Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow at her with a blank expression, "Do you think I'll always help you manage this place?"
Ji Mingyue frowned, unable to control her temper, raising her voice, "Ji Chicheng, what do you mean by that? What do you mean help me manage? Isn't this your family business?"
"I've never considered it mine. From how the old man allocated the shares, he's more inclined towards you." Ji Chicheng said, glancing at Ji Mingyue again, turned around, and continued walking towards the window.
Standing before the large floor-to-ceiling window, he put his hands in his trouser pockets.
His posture was upright.
Ji Mingyue cursed angrily behind him, "Stop talking nonsense, with such heartless words. It's obvious to any fool who Dad doted on the most from childhood to now."
"So, how could he let me manage such a big company? Isn't it tiring?"
Ji Chicheng turned around, throwing a smug, annoying look at Ji Mingyue.
Ji Mingyue: "..."
