After all, she wasn't often at such events.
Especially abroad, at nineteen, she inevitably felt nervous.
Watching her timid appearance, Qi Helian beside her had a movement in his eyes, his hands trembling by his side, lifting his head several times before putting it back down.
Eventually, he clenched his fists and directed his gaze away from Ji Anning toward Ji Chicheng, waiting to see how he would handle the situation.
"She's with me now."
Finally, Ji Chicheng spoke. He looked down, his gaze high and mighty, looking at Yang Danning, "You throw this glass of wine on me, I might overlook it for her sake."
His voice paused, glancing at Ji Anning behind him, and then his tone grew colder, "But if it spills on her, there will be no friendship to discuss."
The expression on his face changed instantly.
Having said that, he took Ji Anning's hand and, pulling her along, made his way heavily towards the banquet hall entrance.
