"Jingfeng, are you alright?"
Ji Anning walked past Ji Jingfeng, and the woman who had just been fighting with her for the silver fungus and pear juice only then dared to help Ji Jingfeng.
Even in her urgency, unaware of her mistake, her voice was so coquettishly soft that it melted bones.
Ji Anning scoffed coldly, men as faithful as her uncle were truly rare in this world.
Did the once devoted Ji Jingfeng, who had not hesitated to demand her life for Bai Guo, still remember who Bai Guo was?
In the past year, the old master had seemed to relax his control over him a lot. She occasionally paid attention to domestic news, and always saw tabloid news about Ji Jingfeng, the Vice President of J.C.
In the Ji Family, this had been a taboo.
'Grandfather is already preparing a press conference to abdicate in my favor...'
She still couldn't believe that the face-saving old master would hand over the Ji Family to Ji Jingfeng, who had no blood relation to the Ji Family.
