Ji Jingfeng heard Ji Anning call him and shifted his gaze from outside to look at her. He suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Heh, now you don't even bother to hide things from me."
His icy sarcasm stunned Ji Anning.
Ji Jingfeng had already thrown away his cigarette butt and was striding towards the hotel entrance. His heavy steps quickened, charged with emotion.
Needing to rush back to take Yang Yufang home, Ji Anning had no time to ponder Ji Jingfeng's words and quickly caught up with him.
When they arrived home, a shiny black Mercedes-Benz van was parked in front of the yard with Yang Yufang's luggage on it.
Ji Jingfeng parked the car right behind the Mercedes, and Ji Anning hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt to get out.
Yang Yufang had just come out of the house; she wore a white mid-sleeve trench coat, sunglasses, and carried her favorite orange Hermès bag—she looked bright and beautiful.
As though she was going on a trip.