However, Ji Wushuang merely narrowed his eyes, his face still stern and expressionless.
When Wang Ruhai saw that Ji Wushuang remained completely unmoved, he could no longer hold back. His round body sprang to its feet, and he slammed the table hard. Two clear palm prints were instantly stamped into the solid wood as he glared furiously at Ji Wushuang.
"Ji Old Ghost, if you don't want this granddaughter of yours, give her to me! I want her! I'll go find Old Man Zhang and call off the engagement myself! If you want to uphold your principles, go do it yourself. Don't ruin such a good child as Little Jun!"
At that moment, Wang Ruhai had lost his usual image as a smiling, good-natured old man. His beard and hair bristled, making him look like an enraged old lion.
At last, Ji Wushuang moved. The muscles on his face twitched slightly as he first glanced at the two palm prints on the table, then cast an indifferent look at the furious Wang Ruhai.
"Who said I didn't want her? You think you can steal my granddaughter from me? Aren't you thinking too highly of yourself? I'll handle my granddaughter's affairs myself!"
"You...?"
Wang Ruhai was about to continue cursing, but he immediately stopped himself and stared suspiciously at Ji Wushuang.
"Ji Old Ghost, what did you just say?"
"If your ears don't work, then don't use them. I'm not in the habit of repeating myself!"
Ji Wushuang took a sip of tea and shot Wang Ruhai an indifferent glance before ignoring him again.
"Fuck me..."
Wang Ruhai had barely blurted out the curse before forcibly stopping himself. He was the director of the Education Bureau—how could he casually swear? But looking at Ji Wushuang's expressionless face, Wang Ruhai realized he