Then she turned around, lifted her head, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, and was struck with shock.
"Anning?"
Seeing Ji Anning, Ji Zhengdao felt the same, equally bewildered and surprised. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, examining Ji Anning, even doubting whether he had recognized the wrong person or his eyes were deceiving him.
"Grandfather?"
Ji Anning stared at Ji Zhengdao, also finding it incredibly unbelievable.
'He is an old friend of Mr. Charles in China...'
So, that old friend was him?
The world is too small.
Once sure it was indeed Ji Anning, Ji Zhengdao, astonished, asked her, "Anning, why are you here?"
Ji Anning countered, "Grandfather, are you Charles's old friend?"
Hearing Ji Anning directly calling 'Charles' by name, a flash of suspicion crossed Ji Zhengdao's shrewd eyes, "What is your relationship with Charles?"
"He is my husband," Ji Anning said crisply, slightly tilting her chin up after answering.
Her posture was proud.
