Ji Ting suddenly felt Ji Yanzhi release his arm. His head had been tucked against the other man's ribs, so he hadn't heard a thing.
As a result, the moment he straightened up, Lin Qing came rushing over and shielded him behind her.
"Little Zhi, w-what are you trying to do to Xiao Ting?" She looked frightened and panicked, as though Ji Yanzhi were holding a knife.
Ji Ting froze. He was about to speak when an intensely mocking laugh escaped Ji Yanzhi's throat.
"What could I possibly do?" His lips curled, his expression taunting and contemptuous. "Kill him, of course."
Lin Qing shuddered, her lips trembling. "If you're angry, take it out on me. Xiao Ting is only a child."
"Heh. Save that act for Ji Shize." Ji Yanzhi turned away, tossing out one final, cold, vicious remark. "If you know what's good for you, stop making me sick."
Watching him walk away, Lin Qing hurriedly turned to check on Ji Ting. "Xiao Ting, are you all right?"
Ji Ting stepped back a little, his unfamiliarity with her making his tone cool. "Ji Yanzhi didn't do anything to me. We were just roughhousing. He wasn't even putting any strength into his arm."
"But he just said..."
"If he really wanted to kill me, he would've done it long ago while you were away. Why would he wait to say it in front of you?" Never mind Ji Yanzhi-even Ji Ting felt frustrated.
There had been plenty of false accusations like this before. When they were little, all the original owner had to do was cry, and Ji Shize would punish Ji Yanzhi without bothering to find out what had happened. If the butler pleaded for leniency, Ji Yanzhi would be punished even more harshly.
Lin Qing looked stunned. After