Ji Chicheng blocked her view, and she craned her neck to look toward the basketball court.
Pretending to be very interested in what was happening over there.
"I'm sorry."
The man in front of her suddenly apologized, full of sincerity.
Ji Anning was a bit surprised. After all, ever since he was young, Young Master Ji's dictionary seemed to lack these three words. She looked up at him, "Do you... do you know what you did wrong?"
Obviously, he was wrong, so his apology was expected. Ji Anning, why are you so excited?
So spineless.
Ji Chicheng said, "I shouldn't argue with a woman."
With a single sentence, Ji Anning's face went dark again, "Unrepentant."
Ji Chicheng quickly corrected himself, "I shouldn't argue with my own wife."
Ji Anning was still dissatisfied, looking left and right, yet refusing to look at Ji Chicheng's face.
Ji Chicheng thought for a moment and straightforwardly said, "I'm an uncle who actually argued with my own niece; too undignified as an elder."
