Chapter 972： Compassionate Heart (2)

‘An Ning, you and Jing Feng must fight each other, many times better than them, let Grandpa see you. ’

‘An Ning, mother is useless, mother is unable to protect you. ’

The words Yang Yufang once said in her ear sounded again.

Uncontrolled.

Ji Anning bit her lip, hating and...a little bit intolerable.

Looking at Lin Yanqin's vicious face, Ji Anning knew that Yang Yufang was the same as her, but she was at a disadvantage now and had to bow her head and tolerate.

Knowing that she is not kind, she knows...

"Sister-in-law early in the morning, do you hang your voice?"

Suddenly, a familiar man's voice sounded on the first floor, a cold voice, an unhappy tone.

Ji Anning poked his head out of the dark, and Ji Chicheng's figure walked out of the dining room towards Lin Yanqin and Yang Yufang.

She lay her hands on the wall, a little nervous, and seemingly expectant.

Uncle, who will you help?

Ji Chicheng stopped when he was three or four steps away from Lin Yanqin and Yang Yufang, put his hands in the pockets of straight trousers, and looked at them indifferently.

Lin Yanqin looked at him and immediately said, "Chi Cheng, if you really like tranquility, you shouldn't let this woman enter the door of Ji's house anymore. She is simply a dead star."

Saying that she gritted her teeth bitterly, her angry eyes swept towards Yang Yufang again, with a brutal appearance that could not resolve her hatred when she killed her, "If you killed your husband, not to mention it, you also created the relationship between your biological daughter and your relatives. If I were you, I would go to the main road and be killed by a car."

The following sentence was a heavy blow to Yang Yufang.

Indeed, if their first encounter was an uncle-nephew relationship, it would not produce love.

Yang Yufang backed away startled.

It seems that the vicious words have been enough, Lin Yanqin turned around and glanced over Ji Chicheng's face, "Don't forget how your second brother died."

A cold reminder, she raised her foot and walked straight to the stairs.

Ji Chicheng didn't look at Yang Yufang, but turned upstairs.

Watching Lin Yanqin and Ji Chicheng go upstairs one after another, Ji Anning hurriedly turned around and ran back to her room.

She sat on the sofa and the door opened again. Ji Chicheng walked in, and she greeted him with a smile pretending to be nonchalant, "Uncle."

With her red eyes, Ji Chicheng looked at her, and asked quietly, "Are you done?"

Ji Anning nodded, "OK...OK."

She clenched her fists in both hands and pressed it against the sofa, looking like she was about to get up but hesitated.

"Let's go."

Ji Chicheng gave a faint sound, then immediately turned around, not looking at Ji Anning, he was afraid, afraid that he would hesitate.

In this matter, the two of them must be decisive.

His tall figure gradually walked out of the room.

Ji Anning bit her lip and stood up slowly.

Today, she is wearing a black long-sleeved T-shirt with a large lip pattern on the chest, and black training pants made of comfortable fabrics that make her legs straight and slender.

Wearing a mask, carrying glasses, and a peaked cap, carrying LV's shoulder bag, bowing his head and following behind Ji Chicheng, every step of the praise seemed hesitant and difficult.

Early in the morning, there are rushing figures everywhere in the hospital, especially in this maternity and child care hospital, where small lives may be born at any time. Happy family members are filled with happy and excited smiles.

"Yes, yes, I gave birth to a big fat boy."