Questioning

Ji Zhenyu glanced at the auction house executives and attendants standing in two rows, heads lowered and backs bent in welcome. A faint look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Then he looked at Ji Dehai, the manager standing at the very front, and asked, "Where is that girl Ruxue?"

"Ah?"

"Ah what? Speak! Where is Ruxue? Call her over here!"

"I'll go find her right away!"

Ji Dehai hurriedly turned and ran outside, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. This family head's pressure was far too overwhelming; it left him trembling with fear.

Inside a lavishly decorated room, Feng Ningshuang was tugging Ji Botong's ear and berating him for nearly half an hour.

Ji Botong bared his teeth in pain, repeatedly promising that from now on, he would come whenever she called, no matter the time. Even if he was in seclusion—no, he would not go into seclusion anymore. He would stay by her side and serve her, making up for the centuries they had missed.

After venting her anger, Feng Ningshuang finally let him off the hook.

Ji Botong kept rubbing his ear, thinking, That old wife was far too ruthless. She nearly tore my ear right off.

Ji Ruxue had her arm linked through Hua Qiang's, and the two stood off to one side watching the show, desperately suppressing their laughter.

"You two little brats, laugh if you want to. Don't hold it in until you make yourselves sick!"

Pfft!

Hahahaha!

Having received Ji Botong's permission, the two of them, who had been holding it in painfully, finally burst into laughter.

Hua Qiang suddenly discovered that his neck had been seized. A hand like an iron pincer grabbed his throat and dragged him over.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh! Boy, you've got quite the nerve!

"You actually dared