Ji Anning brushed her hair with her hand and bent apologetically toward Wang Zhuoling, "I'm sorry, Wang, there's some bad blood between my uncle and me."
Just then, the elevator arrived, and she immediately stepped in.
Wang Zhuoling followed Ji Anning into the elevator, scolding her for her capriciousness, "Ji Anning, please keep your personal issues separate, he's not your uncle here, he's the big boss of Beautiful City, a business partner."
"Wang, I really am sorry," Ji Anning still looked apologetic, but her tone was resolute, "I've listened to you in everything for so long. This time, I've made my own decision."
At her words, Wang Zhuoling's face turned livid, she wanted to say something, but the elevator had reached the ground floor.
The doors opened, and seeing that there were people at the door, she held back what she was about to say.
Ji Anning walked ahead, her steps uneven as she moved through the hotel lobby and out the revolving doors.
