'Snap.'
Before Ji Jingfeng's voice could fade, the wine glass in Ji Chicheng's hand suddenly dropped to the floor,
shattering the transparent glass upon impact.
Everyone's gaze turned sharply toward him, as he offered a slight smile, "Sorry, hearing hypocritical words made my hand go limp for a moment. I couldn't hold on tightly."
Everyone: "..."
They say Ji Chicheng is arrogantly rude and cold-blooded; today, they witnessed it firsthand as he publicly humiliated his own nephew—an act a typical uncle couldn't do.
Ji Jingfeng's face turned very ugly. Had his Inner Strength been profound, the wine glass in his hand would have already been crushed.
It took a great deal of restraint to suppress his anger.
The waiter hurriedly replaced Ji Chicheng's wine glass and poured him another drink.
"I'm touched that everyone is so concerned about our family elder," he said.
