"It's fine, I'll get the water." Ji Chicheng smiled faintly, turning elegantly.
He left behind a trail of his light perfume scent for Ji Anning.
Ji Anning stared in disbelief, her gaze following Ji Chicheng.
She heard his words, "It's fine, I'll get the water," but instead of feeling flattered, she felt a shiver run down her spine.
The man moved towards the water dispenser with graceful steps, his crisp trousers and a handmade shirt tailored from the finest fabric loudly proclaiming his nobility and high status.
He was actually condescending to pour water for her guest. Ji Anning snapped out of it and quickly followed him, "Uncle, I can do it myself. Having you pour water for us... isn't that shortening my life?"
She said with a laugh, fawning quietly to Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng clenched his teeth, glaring at her coldly, "No, I'm aiming to break your back."
