Ji Zhenting's eyes flew wide, even the wrinkles at their corners stretching smooth. "You..."
Ji Yanzhi naturally stepped in front of Ji Ting, suppressing a laugh. "A distinguished man has no need for a heavy head of hair. This was Ji Ting's way of showing he cared."
Ji Zhenting raised a hand and pointed at his face, his lips trembling. "Ji Yanzhi, how can you even say that?!"
"If you're not satisfied, I'll have him give you a different hairstyle next time."
Ji Zhenting was so furious he could barely draw breath, but just then, Ji Ting said flatly from behind Ji Yanzhi, "I don't have time. You'd better let him cut it himself."
Ji Yanzhi nearly laughed aloud. He turned, about to say something, when Cheng Yingyu arrived.
"Chairman Ji." She walked gracefully up to him and extended her hand with elegance. "It's been a long time."
Ji Zhenting gave her an icy glance and turned away.
All he wanted were his grandchildren. As for this woman, she wasn't worthy of setting foot in the Ji Family's home.
Cheng Yingyu was thoroughly snubbed, but she withdrew her hand as though nothing had happened. "It's about time. The plane should have landed by now, shouldn't it?"
Ji Zhenting cast a sidelong glance as cold as a sinister wind, only to find the brothers entirely focused on each other. Ji Yanzhi said something quietly, and Ji Ting thought it over before nodding.
He sneered inwardly. These two had enjoyed the family's privileges from birth, yet now that they were grown, they actually dreamed of absolute freedom.
Ji Zhenting mocked their naïveté. He thought it wouldn't be long before the brothers understood one truth: poverty was the greatest shackle on freedom in this world.
Each of them harbored their own thoughts, their