The tone was resolute, carrying royal-like dominance that made one dare not question.
Qi Helian's action of drinking his beverage came to an abrupt halt, and he stared at Ji Chicheng with wide eyes. "Ji Chicheng!"
That call was a warning, a reminder.
Even though he had picked up a signal from the way he had looked at Ji Anning just now and had his suspicions, Ji Chicheng's blatant revelation of his "wolfish ambitions" right in front of him still shocked him.
Ji Chicheng, unruffled, withdrew his gaze, his calm expression making Qi Helian's fingers itch in annoyance. "Ji Chicheng, such a treacherous heart should be condemned."
Ji Chicheng still looked at him with a face of calm.
Qi Helian pointed at him, "That is your..."
Thinking of something, he looked around and then lowered his voice to continue, "That is your nephew's wife, your own nephew's wife."
