No matter how hard one tried to hide their murderous aura, it could still leak. Ji Ziming simply sat there and looked at Sire Nine, who was seated opposite of him, with his deep eyes. In an apathetic and cold voice, he said, "Since you want to visit Ji Miao, go then. We will, of course, not prevent you from doing so."
"Young Master Ji, that is what you say, but I think you may not agree to letting me go."
This elderly man confronting Pei Ge this aggressively had truly surprised him.
"It's not like you need to report to me wherever you want to go."
His voice was cold as he looked at the elderly man ruthlessly. "I really don't know how to respond to your words. Although Ji Miao is in prison, I can't decide who can or can't see her. What are you trying to imply by saying that?"
"Ziming, don't talk to Sire Nine this way. We are all not strangers, so don't talk like that," pacified Pei Ge.
