His tone was cold and indifferent, not fierce nor angry, yet it made people dare not to contradict.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yanqin leapt up, "I don't believe it, I don't believe the old man would just give all the company's shares to Ji Anning, this outsider."
As she spoke, she pointed at the old man's tombstone, trembling with emotion, "The old man's body isn't even cold yet, and you are already plotting a rebellion. Aren't you afraid that he will come looking for you in the middle of the night?"
If the old man truly transferred thirty-two percent of the shares to Ji Anning's name, what would be left for her and her daughters in the Ji Family?
After all, she had given birth to two daughters for the Ji Family and had been a widow for so many years there; she couldn't believe the old man would be so ruthless.
Ji Chicheng paid no attention to her near out-of-control emotion, looking down at Ji Anning, he commanded, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to get up."
