At those words, Liao Kai could not help glancing at the video screen. Who was this Qin fellow, to have made President Ji so furious?
"All right, then I'll-"
"Wait."
Ji Yanzhi suddenly stopped him again, not because he had changed his mind, but because he remembered what Shen Mu Lan had told him.
"When I was little, I lived in the same military compound as Qin Zaiye. That brat seemed to have been born with his eyes stitched to the top of his head. Everyone looked like trash to him. Fight him, and you might not win. Insult him, and he might even act all arrogant, like some king declaring, 'Anyone who dares criticize me to my face shall receive the highest reward.'"
"So if you want to make Qin Zaiye suffer, there's only one way: make him swallow his pride and bow his head to you. I'm telling you, making someone like him beg you once would hurt him more than ten beatings."
Ji Yanzhi sneered inwardly. Suffer, would he? Then I'll make sure Qin Zaiye suffers his fill.
"You don't need to answer him, and don't drive him away." A cold, mocking curve lifted his lips. "But if you see Qin Zaiye getting ready to leave, tell him Ji Ting and I are busy right now, and ask him to wait a little longer."
Apparently, this man had offended President Ji quite badly.
Liao Kai understood at once. After ending the call, he told the other bodyguards to keep a close eye on Qin Zaiye outside the gate.
Qin Zaiye knew the man inside had gone to report to Ji Yanzhi, but after he had waited at the gate for over ten minutes, there was still no response from the intercom.
A chill swept through his eyes,