But as soon as she spoke up, she couldn't help but burst into laughter. She reached out, teasingly lifting Ji Chicheng's chin, "Why are you blushing?"
She never dreamed that she would have the chance to tease and flirt with her overbearing little uncle who always dominated the scene.
Ji Chicheng frowned, but Ji Anning wasn't afraid of him at all. She reached behind him and grabbed the hood of his hoodie, laughing as she said, "You never used to wear these kinds of clothes. You were always so aloof, only wearing white shirts, white T-shirts, and the only pants you wore aside from light gray and black sweatpants were black dress pants. And your hair was never this long."
Upon hearing this, Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow.
As if he were asking: Is that so?
Ji Anning nodded very confidently and sincerely, "Yes, you never spoke to strangers before. Even when friends talked to you, you'd usually only say oh, uh-huh, yes, or get lost."
Was he really like that before?
