At those words, Ling Xi's face drained of color, and his lips trembled in panic. "You-you can't go!"
Ji Yanzhi's face was dark as ink, his tone icy. "Who the hell are you to order me around?"
"Ji Yanzhi, Ji Yanzhi-"
No matter how Ling Xi called after him, Ji Yanzhi turned away without mercy and stepped into the elevator.
As he headed back, Ji Ting was staring blankly at his phone screen in the Dining Room.
Ji Yanzhi: [Do you know how to argue? Pretend to have an argument with me to fool Ji Shize.]
Ji Yanzhi: [It's fine if you don't. Just keep talking back to me.]
Ji Ting read those two messages several times. He understood what they meant, but the problem now was-
He had absolutely no idea how to argue.
When people insulted him as a child, he couldn't understand their jibes and mockery, aside from the swear words. When he grew a little older,
he entered the Huake Academy of Sciences. The occasional malice directed at him was even more roundabout, making it still harder to understand, though he didn't want to waste time figuring it out anyway.
So arguing was a completely grayed-out skill for Ji Ting. He had never unlocked it before, and there was even less chance of doing so now.
Ji Ting thought for a moment and was about to reply, but he had typed only two characters when Ji Yanzhi strode in looking like a Tasmanian devil.
Ji Yanzhi swiftly glanced at the plate in front of Ji Ting. Only after confirming that Little Ear had finished breakfast did he put flipping the table on his list of possible moves.
A few strides brought him before Ji Ting, his face as grim as the king of hell. "Ling Xi