Qi Helian was like this, and even the beige color was the same.
Now, even his own heart began to resist.
No, he would definitely not give those who had abandoned him, those who had hurt him, a chance, he would definitely not be merciful to them.
Ji Chicheng turned around, reached out, and clutched Ji Anning's jaw, pinning her against the wall and closing in with a chilling breath, "Ji Anning, you hid the child's birth from me, didn't even let me know, do you still expect me to sympathize with you?"
Blinded by hate and jealousy, for a moment, he truly harbored a murderous intent.
Ji Anning's mouth agape, her entire face flushed as if gorged with blood, her hands frantically beat against Ji Chicheng's chest.
"Do you really want to kill her?"
On the side, the beige color shouted loudly at Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng stared, and upon seeing Ji Anning's face again, his eyes flickered with surprise, his hand trembled slightly, loosening its grip.
'Cough cough cough…'
