"Is that right?"
Ji Ziming lowered his head and looked into the close aide's eyes. There was a hint of blue in his eyes. He was different from others and seemed to have seen it somewhere before.
"Who are you? You're not from the capital."
Ji Ziming had a strong memory, so he was certain that the man before him had never appeared before him. No matter what happened in the capital, it could not escape his eyes, let alone a person's eye color.
"How would you know who I am?"
The close aide knelt on the floor and lightly harrumphed. The courage in his eyes grew as he looked at Ji Ziming. "Ji Ziming, what you have now is only because your dad is powerful. What capabilities do you have? If I wasn't careless today, how could I let you catch me and let you flaunt your prowess in front of me?"
The close aide pretended to look down on Ji Ziming, but he was thinking of how to explain to Old lady Qu and Sire Nine.
