Her attitude was very firm.
Ji Chicheng did not force her any further and brought her into the forbidden zone.
Inside, it was like a small forest, with tall trees and bamboo everywhere, dark and oppressive, making people feel eerie.
The butler, feeling uneasy, followed behind them and shouted loudly into the surroundings, "This is the young master, Mr. Charles' son. Do not shoot."
Hopefully, it would have some effect.
Every step they took was cautious, and pairs of eyes scanned the surroundings like radars.
But none of them spotted any guards.
Walking on the quiet path, Ji Anning occasionally glanced ahead and felt it was the same as the last time she was here, yet somehow different.
But she couldn't say what was different.
At first, the path was straight, but as they walked, it felt winding and endless.
This was exactly the same as the last time Ji Anning came.
