Chapter 772 We Didn’t Fight

An Mingji walked quickly to An Feng, squatted down and held her hands on her knees.

"You scared me to death!"

An Feng's face turned pale, and his body became thinner and weaker. He was no longer as strong as before.

She shook An Mingji's hand again, looked up and looked at Gu Jin who walked in.

"Jin girl is here too."

Gu Jin nodded to An Feng, looked her up and down, and found that she was not completely surrounded by the aura of death.

Seeing that An Feng was temporarily fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way here, Xiao An remained silent. The darkness emanating from him and the look as if he was about to cry made her feel heartbroken.

She was worried that if something really happened to An Feng, Xiao An would be very sad.

An Feng waved to Gu Jin: "Jin girl, come here."

Gu Jin walked towards her with a gentle smile on his face: "I'm glad you're okay."

After she approached, An Feng held her hand, worry showing on her haggard face: "I can still hold on for a while, but I can't let go of you two children."

She held An Mingji's hand, put it together with Gu Jin's hand, and asked, "I heard that you two had a fight this morning?"

"..."Gu Jin.

"..."An Mingji.

They both turned their heads at the same time and looked at Alan standing in the hall.

The other party didn't dare to look at them, and kept staring at the potted plant not far away, as if there was a flower on it.

That seriousness is really scary.

If it weren't for his stiff expression, I would have thought he was attracted by the potted plants.

This is clearly a sign of guilty conscience.

An Mingji pressed on Gu Jin's hand and gently hooked the back of her hand with his fingers, and Gu Jin came back to her senses.

The two looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their eyes.

An Mingji's unhappy face turned gentle. Looking at An Feng sitting in the wheelchair, he had a gentle smile on his face. "No way, Auntie, I didn't have a fight with Sister Jin."

An Feng has lived a lifetime, how could she not notice the interaction between two young people whose combined ages are not even as old as her.

She showed a kind smile on her face and looked at Gu Jin with her eyes: "Really didn't you quarrel?"

Gu Jin shook his head at her: "Really not, Xiao An and I will never quarrel."

Today they can only be described as a cold war.

As for quarreling, Gu Jin felt that she couldn't imagine what the two of them would look like when they quarreled.

Her beautiful eyes were full of sincerity, and there was a hint of helplessness in them.

She was just in a cold war with An Mingji, but An Feng got the news and even called them over in this way.

"Aunt, don't listen to the gossip of the people below. It's impossible for Sister Jin and I to quarrel."

An Mingji gently patted An Feng's hand with his free hand, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

An Feng sighed worriedly, "It's good that you didn't quarrel. My old bones can't hold on for much longer. If I really die, the one I'll be most worried about is you. You've suffered too much, and you keep everything in your heart without saying anything. It really makes me sad."

Hearing her say this, An Mingji felt a little sad.

He also knew that his aunt's health was failing and she wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

During this year of getting along, the old man taught him a lot, and also taught him many methods that he had never encountered before.

Although they had been together for a short time, his feelings for An Feng were a blood relationship that spread from his blood and bones.

Especially, her appearance is so similar to that of my deceased grandmother.

Sensing the sadness and sorrow on the young man, An Feng raised her hand and touched his black hair.

She turned to look at Gu Jin, a weak smile on her face. She lowered her eyes to look at the jade ring on her index finger, and a dark light flashed in her wise eyes.

(End of this chapter)