As he spoke, he reached out to grab Ji Anning's arm, dragging her up. With one hand holding Fenfen and the other around Ji Anning's waist, he forcefully pressed her body against his.
Ji Anning twisted her body, her mouth twitching.
In some ways, Ji Mingyue and Ji Chicheng, as siblings, were quite alike, such as their sharp tongues and, well... their childishness.
Of course, Ji Chicheng only acted childish when he was drunk, like now.
But was he contesting with Mr. Charles for her sake?
With that thought, a sense of uncontrollable happiness rose in Ji Anning's heart, and she bowed her head, pursing her lips.
She was somewhat getting carried away.
"Settle the bill." Ji Chicheng suddenly let go of Ji Anning's waist, took out his wallet from his pocket, spread it on the table, pulled out an internationally accepted credit card, and handed it to the waiter.
The waiter did not reach for his card but smiled slightly and nodded at him, "Mr. Charles has already paid for it."
