Director Chang was filled with righteous indignation, but Zheng Guodong made no comment. As soon as he left Shen Lin's place, however, he headed straight for the Qin family home.
Neither Qin Zaiye nor his family considered his offense against the Ji Family anything more than a trivial matter. After all, however powerful the Shili Group might be, they were ultimately only businesspeople.
On the day Ji Ting was hospitalized, Qin Mingzhong had personally visited the Garrison District. The Commander had promised to do his best to keep the matter from escalating. With that assurance, Qin Mingzhong had put it out of his mind.
Yet several days had passed, and not only had the matter remained unresolved, several forces had joined together to exert pressure. The situation had instead begun turning against the Qin family.
When Qin Mingzhong returned from the military base at noon that day, he walked through the door with knitted brows and an icy expression, his face as dark as a storm cloud.
"Where is he?"
"Director Zheng didn't leave until the early hours this morning. He came back first thing today and is still sitting in the Front Hall."
Qin Mingzhong gave him a cold, stern look. "I meant Zaiye."
A flicker of nervousness crossed the other man's face. He licked his lips before answering, "He hasn't come home these past few days. He's been staying elsewhere."
"Alone?"
The man said nothing. Clearly, the answer was no.
Qin Mingzhong let out an icy laugh. "Call him and tell him to get his ass back here immediately. Otherwise, if I could make that Ling Xi disappear once, I can do it a second time."
"Yes, sir."
Ji Ting had not returned to the family residence the day before. Although he now knew the reasons behind