He had bigger ambitions, a greater desire for revenge.
"I want Ji Zhengdao's son, his only remaining son, to take my surname," Charles said without any inhibition.
Although she had guessed this might be the case, hearing Charles say it out loud still shocked Ji Anning. She immediately rejected the idea on behalf of Ji Chicheng, "Mr. Charles, that's impossible."
As she spoke, she didn't give Charles a chance to respond, because he wouldn't dare, she was afraid Charles might threaten her.
She immediately got up and left quickly.
Charles did not stop her. His deep blue eyes coldly and sternly watched Ji Anning's petite figure until she disappeared out the door, then he coldly curled his lips.
"Impossible?"
...
Once she exited the private room, still highly tensed, Ji Anning felt a bit disoriented in the long corridor and took quite a while to find the elevator.
She thought that Ji Chicheng and Fenfen had probably already left.
