"I..." Fu Cheng looked at his expressionless face, and for some reason, a wave of guilt rose in his chest.
But then he thought, Wait, what do I have to feel guilty about? "Yeah, he was drinking with me. What about it?"
Ji Ting said nothing. He walked down the steps and took Ji Yanzhi from him. Before heading back up, he turned to give Fu Cheng another look.
Baffled by that look, Fu Cheng stood there for a moment. "Was he glaring at me? What gives him the nerve to glare at me? He's just a good-for-nothing..."
Before he could finish, Fu Cheng's voice abruptly cut off, because Ji Ting had come back out.
"May I ask why Ji Yanzhi was drinking? Was it for business?"
Fu Cheng defiantly lifted his chin, but the moment he met Ji Ting's indifferent eyes, he quickly raised a hand to scratch his eyebrow. "Well, it wasn't for business. We just happened to run into each other and had a meal. I don't know if he was in a bad mood today or what, but he kept drinking, one glass after another, and ended up having too much."
Ji Ting asked, "Why would he be in a bad mood?"
"He didn't say anything while he was drinking, but I think he..."
Fu Cheng suddenly stopped, sucked in a breath, and frowned. "Wait, why am I explaining myself to you? Since when are your older brother's affairs any of your business?"
"His affairs are my business."
Ji Ting's tone was utterly calm, yet it carried the cold authority of someone long accustomed to command. Fu Cheng froze where he stood, barely daring to breathe.
Just then, the driver who had helped support Ji Yanzhi came out.
Ji Ting withdrew his indifferent gaze from Fu