Ji Anning grumbled inwardly as her lips pursed, "Uncle Jingfeng, aren't you tired at all?"
After sitting on a plane for more than ten hours, his dark circles were clearly visible by now.
Ji Chicheng nodded, "Tired."
"Then why aren't you sleeping?" Ji Anning urged him with concern, "You should go to sleep."
"If I slept, how could you sleep?" Ji Chicheng looked at Ji Anning and raised an eyebrow.
Ji Anning's face instantly turned red, and she shyly moved her gaze away from the phone screen, contradicting herself, "I actually already slept."
As soon as she said it, she couldn't believe it herself; replying to messages that quickly and eagerly, no one would believe she had already slept.
Ji Chicheng didn't call out her lie, his face stern as he asked, "Am I worse than that measly data plan?"
It had finally come... He was finally bringing up this matter.
Ji Anning carefully started to explain, "It's not like that, it was just instinctive."
