Ji Ming still wasn't satisfied. He kicked Ji Yuntian's knee again and sneered. "A useless cripple like you can't even crawl back up after I kick you down."
He glanced at the equipment around him as though he'd stumbled across the biggest joke in the world.
"Secretly doing rehab here, huh? What, hoping to stand again? Keep dreaming. Believe me, I'll break your legs."
Ji Ming was genuinely furious. The major project had practically been in the bag. If he pulled it off, he'd make a fortune and significantly improve his standing in the company.
Who would've thought Ji Yuntian would suddenly interfere? The old man had just informed him that he was giving the project to this cripple.
He'd been so angry that he'd immediately brought his men over.
"Tell the old man to give me the project."
"As for you... just stick to being a useless freeloader waiting to die."
Ji Yuntian remained sprawled miserably on the floor, silent, his expression barely changing.
The rehabilitation therapist was stunned. After freezing for a moment, he hurried forward. "Mr. Ji, are you all right? Let me help you up!"
Ji Ming glared viciously at him. "Mind your own fucking business and get lost!"
The therapist was intimidated and instinctively stopped, his heart pounding with unease.
Fortunately, Ji Yuntian's two bodyguards rushed in just then. They'd just been in a fight and had injuries on their faces. They quickly helped their young master into his wheelchair.
"Eldest Young Master, please leave."
"If Director Ji finds out you've been abusing the Youngest Young Master like this..."
Ji Ming gave a contemptuous laugh. "Loyal little dogs, aren't you?"
Smiling, he looked at Ji Yuntian, whose lowered eyes concealed his expression, and said gently, "My dear little brother, tell the old man you're giving