Ji Ziming moved the plate closer to Pei Ge before opening the door and walking down the stairs. The bodyguards were still in the room and the two bodyguards he had arranged for Zhang Manhua were also reporting their latest whereabouts. It was best if there was no news.
"Go invite Sire Nine in."
Ji Ziming sat on the sofa with his tall stature. As long as he was here, he would be able to see Ji Ziming's cold and calm expression. Sire Nine or Sire Eight, they would not be more important than Pei Ge.
"Yes, sir!"
The bodyguard nodded and only opened the door when he reached the door. Sunlight streamed into the room and crawled to Ji Ziming's feet. The pair of shiny leather shoes on his feet shone brightly.
"How have you been, CEO Ji."
Sire Nine walked into the house with a dark aura around him. He was not as gentle and bright as the sun rays in front of Ji Ziming.
"Sire Nine, how have you been recently?"
