Ji Jingfeng sneered, "Don't forget, I am still grandfather's own grandson; even if the company falls into your hands, I won't be kicked out of the Ji Family."
After he spoke, he straightened his back, showing an indifferent demeanor.
"Hmm, let's just try and see," Ji Chicheng snorted, stretching his hand to open the door and leave.
The corridor was eerily silent.
It was because the old master was standing authoritatively at the top of the stairs, preventing those in other rooms who wanted to come out and watch the commotion from daring to open their doors.
"Chicheng,"
After leaving Ji Jingfeng's room, Ji Chicheng did not return to his own room but walked toward the staircase. As he passed by the old master, he didn't even spare him a glance.
He walked right past him.
Just as he descended a step, the old master spoke, "A fit of rage for . . ."
The old man was shaking with anger; considering the occasion, he didn't continue the phrase.
