Ji Ting watched him silently for two seconds, then said seriously, "Ji Yanzhi, has your need for control spread to outsiders now?"
"Who are you talking about? Zhang Xu?"
"Didn't you just say you were going to deal with him?"
Seeing how little Ji Ting appreciated his concern, Ji Yanzhi bristled. "I said that because if you did anything wrong, he would definitely be the one who put you up to it."
Ji Ting frowned in disagreement. "That's too absolute. People are independent individuals. Incitement is only an influencing factor. The main issue is their own lack of willpower."
Ji Yanzhi narrowed his dark eyes and reached up to pinch his cheek. "Ji Ear, I say one thing and you come back with ten. Getting bold, are you?"
Ji Ting brushed his hand away with the back of his own, so Ji Yanzhi pinched his ear instead. "Well? Still going to talk back?"
"I wasn't talking back. What you said was wrong."
Ji Yanzhi gave a cold laugh. "Let me remind you, what you're doing right now is still talking back."
Just then, the driver knocked on the door from outside. "President Ji, the car is ready."
Ji Yanzhi gave his ear two more pinches before letting go, then said coldly, "Walk me downstairs."
"No."
"Then that ugly bag of yours can stay here and grow mold."
Ji Ting glanced at him. Tasmanian Devil is completely unreasonable.
Ji Yanzhi snorted, utterly unconcerned by his silent grumbling.
And so Ji Ting still ended up walking Ji Yanzhi downstairs to the parking lot.
He put the bag in the back seat and was about to leave when Ji Yanzhi called him back. "Come here."
Ji Ting walked over, and Ji Yanzhi said, "Hold out your hand."
Ji Ting did as he was