Suddenly, Ji Chicheng reached out his hand, grabbed hers, and pulled her towards him, "Drive back the car you took from my house."
He forcefully pressed the car key into Ji Anning's hand.
Ji Anning looked up in surprise. The man's handsome face was blurred in her vision, as if there were vast distances between them.
"You thought she was already dead, right?"
At that moment, Charles's voice suddenly came through from the doorway, unexpectedly cold.
Ji Anning's fingers tensed up fiercely, clutching Ji Chicheng's hand, as she turned to look at Charles.
He stood atop the steps of the front door, under the porch light, looking more like Satan come to rule the world, his sinister blue eyes staring at Ji Chicheng beside her, with an inscrutable smile.
Ji Chicheng also looked at Charles with disdain, "I am just having her drive the car back that she took from my place."
