Mr. Ji fell silent, "Why don't I talk to her father again?"
Ji Rui immediately rejected the idea, "No need! It won't help!"
Mr. Ji looked hurt, but Ji Rui didn't look at him. Instead, he turned away, watching Baobao's back.
"Unless I marry CoCo, or find someone who can truly hold back their enterprise, only then can we solve the root of the problem. But to get such a capable person to help us, they'd have to pay a huge price."
Ji Rui's expression was very calm, but Mr. Ji knew, in his heart, he was definitely hurting.
"So what should we do?" Mr. Ji was not only worried about the Ji Family but also about his son.
Ji Rui stared at Baobao's back, lost in thought for a moment.
"I'm considering whether to just give up that market over there."
"It doesn't have to come to that, hasn't it not reached that point yet?" Mr. Ji clutched the handrail tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
