"Old Ji was literally pissed to death by them."
Several senior shareholders of J.C. couldn't stand to watch Ji Chicheng's high-profile behavior, each of them feeling embarrassed on his behalf and on behalf of the deceased Ji Zhengdao.
When Xin Xiaoxiao heard them morally condemning Ji Chicheng and Ji Anning's relationship, she couldn't look on any longer, her gaze sweeping towards those old men, "Really, you bunch of old men, and let's not even mention that Ji Anning hasn't married Ji Jingfeng, but even if they were married, if two people want to be together, are they eating your family's rice, drinking your family's water, sleeping in your family's bed, or registered in your family's household?"
Once her sharp tongue was unleashed, it was unstoppable, "All pretending to be paragons of virtue, can any of you honestly claim you've never been with a prostitute, never kept a mistress outside?"
