'Crash'
Before Ji Ruoqian could finish her harsh and unpleasant words, suddenly there was a loud noise, and all the tableware, bowls, spoons, and forks, fell to the ground and shattered upon impact.
All those present... including the servants busily working in the kitchen, trembled violently.
One by one, their faces turned pale with fright.
Ji Anning's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the man opposite her.
The man's handsome hand was still holding onto a corner of the tablecloth, his face dark and terrifying, and his black pupils flashed with a fierce and intimidating light, enough to make one's legs go weak.
Ji Ruoqian was scared to the point of losing her composure, her mouth agape, shrinking her neck as she looked at Ji Chicheng, her body trembling violently.
Ji Xiangting hurriedly stood up, reached out to pull Ji Ruoqian to her side, and looked at Ji Chicheng with trembling legs and a shaky voice, "Uncle... Uncle…"
