Ji Ting had spent most of the day in the game room without even going out for a meal, eating a few biscuits on his own to stave off his hunger.
He focused on his work, and by the time he finished modeling the third scene, it was already late at night.
Ji Ting checked the time, stood up to stretch, then went to the window to rest his eyes.
He had put on his headphones when Ling Xi first came by. Later, through the surveillance footage, he saw that Lin Qing and Uncle Yang had each come by once as well.
Only Ji Shize had not.
Although Ji Ting could not reliably distinguish other people's emotions, he could sense the malice in Ji Shize. It was not directed at him, however, but at Ji Yanzhi.
Earlier that day, Ji Shize had kept saying that Dad would back him up, but Ji Ting knew perfectly well that all he wanted was an excuse to punish Ji Yanzhi.
There was one thing Ji Ting could not understand, though. That approach might have worked when Ji Yanzhi was little, but he was grown now. Never mind punishing, hitting, or scolding him-even if that man named Feng Wu took people to the company, they probably would not even make it into Ji Yanzhi's office.
Since he could not achieve his goal, why had Ji Shize made such a scene?
Ji Ting could not find an answer, but he did not dwell on the question. Once his eyes stopped aching, he left the game room.
He returned to his own room, took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and went to Ji Yanzhi's room as usual.
Only when he got there did he discover that the room was pitch-black. Ji Yanzhi had not come