A smile suddenly spread across Jiang Mingde's face, as though this was exactly what he had been waiting to hear. "You want to know what gives me the right? Little Ji is willing to call me Grandpa. Have you ever heard him call you that, Ji Zhenting? Is Little Ji willing to acknowledge you?"
Those words hit Ji Zhenting right where it hurt, sending his blood pressure soaring. "What kind of grandfather are you to him? Has your Jiang family ever raised him or taught him anything?"
Jiang Mingde scoffed. "Speaking of raising him, I really ought to thank you. Thank goodness you never took the trouble to bring Little Ji up properly. Otherwise, who knows what sort of despicable, shameless shoot a rotten bamboo stalk like you would have produced?"
The barrage of mockery made the veins at Ji Zhenting's temples bulge. "Jiang Mingde, I'm warning you. Don't spurn the respect I'm showing you!"
"Well, what a coincidence. I haven't shown you any respect in all these years, and you won't get any from me even if you beg."
"You..."
Before he could finish, a Red Flag sedan slowly approached from the main gate.
The doors opened, and two people in immaculate suits stepped out. "Hello, Mr. Ji. We're the staff assigned to take you to the Great Hall."
Ji Yanzhi thanked them for their trouble, then turned to Jiang Mingde. "Grandpa, it's time for us to leave."
Jiang Mingde cleared his throat emphatically, glanced at Ji Zhenting, and walked toward the car with his chin raised.
As Ji Yanzhi passed Ji Zhenting, he heard him say through gritted teeth, "Ji Yanzhi, you did this on purpose."
Ji Yanzhi's lips curved slightly. "I don't believe I ever promised you anything. Even if I did, I suppose I could take