"There are a few, still not certain, I'm going to make some phone calls." In the study, there was a phone designated for the family patriarch, equipped with encryption and anti-theft measures. Call after call was swiftly made, one secret instruction after another was issued, and by the time all the arrangements were finished, more than an hour had passed.
Mr. Ji watched him handle the tasks methodically and with meticulous thought, feeling greatly comforted in his old age.
"Xiao Feng, come have a good talk with Grandpa," Mr. Ji said with a smile, full of affection, after Ji Feng finished his busy work. Ji Feng, however, felt a chill run down his spine.
Ji Feng's scalp tingled, even the name "Xiao Feng" was a sign that the old man had everything figured out.
