His tone, his demeanor, didn't seem like he was joking at all.
Ji Anning leaned in with a gossiping look, stretching her neck towards Ji Chicheng, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, just how rich are you?"
Ji Chicheng replied nonchalantly, "Just know that I'm very rich. As long as it's not murder or arson, you can do whatever you want outside."
"Really?" Ji Anning raised an eyebrow, "Even keeping a toy boy?"
Ji Chicheng's face darkened as he speared a piece of freshly cut beef and offered it to Ji Anning's lips, "Eat more. I'm afraid you won't keep up tonight."
Why does this guy not stray far from that kind of topic?
Could it be that it's really been so long that he can't hold back?
Ji Anning's face darkened for a moment, then she said, "Uncle, let's get married."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng paused his actions, then looked up at Ji Anning.
