"Who said the Ji Family is establishing a telecommunications technology group in Y Country?" Ji Rui stared at Dong Ming, his voice suddenly colder.
Dong Ming shuddered at his icy tone and met his sharp gaze, his eyes flickering, "The newspapers said it, Mr. Ji, didn't you read the newspapers?"
Ji Rui frowned, "What crappy newspaper? Always publishing false rumors to deceive the public."
Dong Ming's face turned white as a sheet. Could it be that the newspaper was completely wrong? Impossible?
"Daddy, it's not a crappy newspaper, nor are they false rumors, Baobao asked grandpa, and he said it's true."
Baobao lifted his head from Ji Rui's embrace and said firmly.
Ji Rui looked down at his dear son, "Baobao, don't say such things."
Baobao huffed, "Baobao is not talking nonsense!"
He said, and pulled out a neatly folded newspaper from his bear backpack, waving it in front of Ji Rui.
"Daddy, see for yourself!"
