"Uncle, if you're going to refute the rumors, you should do it in front of the reporters. What's the use of doing it in front of the servants at home?"
Ji Ruoqian dragged a small suitcase through the door, sneering at Ji Chicheng as she walked in.
Lin Yanqin and Ji Xiangting followed her inside.
Each of them was pulling a suitcase, clearly intending to move back in.
Ji Chicheng ignored Ji Ruoqian's sarcasm, didn't even glance at her, held Ji Anning's hand, stood up, and walked toward the stairs with an expressionless face.
He completely disregarded the three women, treating them as if they were invisible.
"Making headlines every other day."
Lin Yanqin glared angrily at Ji Chicheng's arrogant back, "It's a good thing the old man is gone, or he'd be infuriated to death."
The three of them practically lived at the Lin Family's place, occasionally coming back to stir trouble, make their presence known, something Ji Anning had gotten used to.
