An Ran suddenly felt a little afraid of Chi Cheng in this state.
Because in this state, he was a stark contrast to his usual gentle and noble demeanor.
"I... I just..." An Ran's hand unconsciously tightened around the chair back beside her.
I just wanted to make a meal for you.
Chi Cheng lowered his head, the bangs fell over his forehead, obscuring his current expression.
But those sexy thin lips were pressed into a cold line.
"In the future, don't take matters into your own hands." He threw down these words and walked around An Ran.
With a bang, the front door of the villa was slammed shut.
An Ran stood there in a daze, her expression full of astonishment.
The housekeeper, Zhang Ma, was also dumbfounded and rushed forward, "Miss An Ran, are you okay?"
"I'm fine..." An Ran forced out a bitter smile.
She was famous for her good temper.
But at this moment, she was a little angry...
She had put a lot of effort into making these dishes.
