Seeing that his refusal was still so firm, the butler parted his lips, then turned to head back.
Watching him leave, Ji Ting lowered his eyes in thought. "Uncle Yang, please wait."
The butler turned around, and Ji Ting walked over to him. "I know you watched Ji Yanzhi grow up. You're practically family to him, which is why you care so much about what happens to him."
"Second Young Master, I only wanted to..."
Seeing him hesitate, Ji Ting said, "Ji Yanzhi has already uncovered the truth about what happened back then."
The butler's eyes flew wide. "Wh-what?"
"Ling Xi's mother was one of the people responsible for his mother's death. As for the rest, Ji Yanzhi will tell you himself later."
The butler listened to those words with his breath all but held. As his jaw clenched tighter and tighter, his face flushed red.
Ji Ting was just about to ask if he was all right when Uncle Yang clenched his fists, turned, and strode away.
Ten minutes later.
A furious roar of "Xiao Li, open the gate!" startled the bodyguard in the control room. Coming to his senses, he hurriedly pressed the button to open it.
The bodyguard beside him leaned over and glanced at the surveillance feed. "What's gotten into Butler Yang?"
"No idea. He looks furious." Xiao Li sucked in a breath and turned to him. "Brother Zheng, keep an eye on things here. I'll go take a look."
As the gate slowly opened before him, a cold, mocking smile curled Ling Xi's lips. Just as he lifted his foot to head inside, he saw the butler striding out.
He paused, assuming the man had come out specifically to greet him, then offered a perfunctory smile. "Uncle Yang, let's go-"
"You still have the nerve