At a little past nine that evening, the gates of the Ji Family's old residence, which had only just been shut, slowly opened again.
After years of cultivating a calm temperament, Old Master Ji had long grown accustomed to going to bed early and rising early.
He had just drifted groggily off to sleep when a knock came at his bedroom door. He frowned impatiently. "Who is it?"
Ji Fengyao stood with one hand in his pocket, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to reveal strong forearms, as though he felt no cold at all.
"Me."
That brazen, utterly emotionless reply made Old Master Ji's eyes snap open. He silently gritted his teeth.
Unfilial brat!
As though he knew why Ji Fengyao had come, the room immediately fell silent. He pretended not to have heard a thing.
Ji Fengyao's brows were cold and stern. Without the slightest reaction, he slowly raised his hand, his face expressionless.
The steady, rhythmic knocking repeated every few seconds, making it clear that he would not stop until the door opened.
Old Master Ji's nostrils flared. He breathed heavily, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "What do you want?"
The tapping abruptly stopped. A moment later, a deep, resonant voice sounded, devoid of emotion.
"You went out of your way to arrange that dinner. I had to come report the outcome to you in person."
If that was what he wanted to discuss, the old man was no longer sleepy.
A few minutes later, a voice came from inside. "Come in."
Ji Fengyao pushed the door open without ceremony, his movements showing not a trace of gentleness or consideration.
Sitting at the table with a coat draped over his shoulders, the old man discreetly pursed his lips. What did it matter how well