Auntie said, "He said he would be home in about half an hour."
Half an hour...
Ji Anning picked up her phone, opened the camera, and looked at her face. The color on both sides of her face was noticeably different, and there was a bit of swelling. He would definitely notice the moment he returned.
She frowned, pursed her lips, her eyes rolled around, and then they lit up. She suddenly got up.
"Don't tell him about my face and the visit from that young lady earlier."
After giving Auntie a hasty explanation, she lifted her foot and ran out of the dining room.
...
Upon entering, Ji Chicheng took off his down jacket, turned around, and reached for the door handle ready to close the door, his gaze drifting to the road outside the courtyard one more time.
He frowned in thought for a moment, before finally shutting the door.
"Sir, you're back."
Auntie respectfully greeted Ji Chicheng as he returned.
