"Ji Yue!"
Ji the Old Madam had never imagined that Ji Yue would dare betray her!
Her voice was sinister.
If Ji Heng had not stood in front of her,
Ji the Old Madam would probably have already rushed over to claw at Ji Yue's face.
Hearing Ji the Old Madam's voice, Ji Yue reflexively shuffled forward on her knees.
"Dad! Believe me, I was really forced into it."
Her tears and snot smeared across Ji the Old Master's robe.
Yan Xianjue complained:
[What's wrong with the Ji family? Why does everyone like wiping snot on Ji the Old Master's robe?]
[Ji the Seventh did it just now, and so did the fake daughter.]
[I wonder if Ji the Old Master has any spare robes left to change into.]
Shen Fangli's face darkened. Was this really the time to be worrying about robes?!
The Yan family had long grown used to Yan Xianjue's tendency to miss the point.
Ji the Old Master lowered his head and met Ji Yue's gaze.
Then he glanced at Ji Zhi, who stood properly to one side.
How had he never noticed before that Ji Yue looked so unlike him?
On the contrary, Ji Zhi's calmness in the face of danger was much like his own when he was young.
"Zhizhi, what do you think?"
Ji Zhi sneered inwardly.
She looked up, her eyes full of sincerity. "Whether Ji Yue is your daughter or not is entirely up to you."
"But I can't forgive Mom."
"What she did was abandonment. If I hadn't been lucky enough to be taken in by someone, I might not even have had the chance to stand here and speak to you."
Ji the Old Madam immediately lost it and sprang up from her chair.
She pointed angrily at