The man who had spoken was none other than Ji Yunhuai's father, Ji Cheng.
His voice was commanding and cold, as though tempered in ice, with barely concealed anger simmering beneath it.
Ji Cheng rarely came home, so father and son seldom ran into each other there.
At his question, Ji Yunhuai paused briefly. He lifted his eyes to look at him, unable to hide the mockery in his gaze.
"I haven't exactly just started fooling around. Isn't it a little late to remember you're supposed to care?"
Normally, Ji Yunhuai would most likely have ignored whatever Ji Cheng asked.
But today was different. After what had happened with the Jiang Family's project, Ji Yunhuai was genuinely a little curious to see how Ji Cheng would stand up for his other son.
Although taking the project had not been his idea, it was obvious that Ji Cheng would never blame Jiang Feiwan.
That left him as the only person Ji Cheng could pick on.
"What kind of attitude is that?" At Ji Yunhuai's hostile tone, Ji Cheng's expression turned icy, and his voice dropped noticeably. "You're fooling around, yet you have the nerve to act so justified. If your mother were still alive, she'd be heartbroken to have raised such a worthless son."
Ji Yunhuai watched Ji Cheng coldly, his face initially expressionless. Only when he heard the words "your mother" did something vicious flare in his eyes.
Yet he showed no anger. Instead, his lips curled mockingly, and he gave a cold laugh. "Who was it that broke her heart? Do you really need me to remind you?"
The accusation was so pointed and obvious that Ji Cheng could hardly have missed its meaning.
He frowned slightly, but there was no guilt in his voice. "Your mother received far