Jing Yiren's voice wasn't loud, but her cold demeanor seemed like she was really going to kill Ji Junmei.
Shocked, Ji Junmei scrambled up from the ground, frantically picking up her clothes and bag, limping away in a hurry.
She couldn't look more embarrassed.
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"That brat, he brought me skincare products from abroad a month ago, but he only just remembered to give them to me. And he does things without cleaning up the mess, leaving it to his sister to evict people!"
Jing Yiren, fuming with anger, walked step by step towards the study upstairs.
Jing Dezhen followed behind.
"You call him a brat left and right, but he's your brother. Yiren, you can't always ignore the hierarchy."
"If we're talking hierarchy, I'm his ancestor!"
"Yeah, and you're my ancestor too."
"..."
Jing Yiren and Jing Dezhen picked up the stuff and went back, Jing Dezhen didn't forget to help his son tidy up in the restaurant, cleaning up broken plates and taking away the trash...
