When she came out, Ji Chicheng could tell what she was thinking. As she got into the car, she was cautious, acting like a thief, which displeased him, "What are you looking at?"
His cold voice made Ji Anning shiver.
She hurriedly withdrew her gaze from outside and looked at Ji Chicheng, "Where are we going now?"
Before she could finish speaking, she noticed the car window beside her had been rolled down, not just hers, but all four windows, and Ji Chicheng had also turned on all the lights in the car. The cold wind blew in, making Ji Anning shiver from the chill.
She hugged her arms and hunched her neck, asking Ji Chicheng in confusion, "Uncle, why are you opening the car windows?"
It was already deep autumn, nearly winter, and the temperature outside was only about ten degrees at night.
"Xiang Yiqing invited us to dinner."
Ji Chicheng replied coldly to Ji Anning, still avoiding the question.
