This wasn't the point, the point was that the voice sounded very familiar... very familiar.
It came from directly in front of them, she instinctively looked up, and a familiar face came into view.
Her face turned instantly pale.
That familiar figure gradually approached, Ji Anning snapped out of her daze, stepped back, and tried to turn around, but Ji Chicheng tightened his grip on her hand.
"Uncle," she looked at him with pleading eyes.
But he didn't look at her, holding her hand firmly, his mind seemingly made up, Ji Anning shook her head, "No... don't."
"Lisa."
The familiar voice was very close, Ji Anning knew she couldn't hide anymore, she looked up and met Yang Danning's gaze.
She was wearing a red and white striped dress with a white thin fur shawl over it, flamboyant yet dignified, from top to bottom, even the sound of her footsteps was filled with confidence.
