There was a bloodbath at the pier of the independent continent.
The Ji family's old residence had yet to receive the news.
Several elders trapped Ji Lingfeng in the study room, stalling for time.
Ji Lingfeng had been in charge of the Ji family for more than 20 years and was not someone to be trifled with.
"Second Elder, why are you looking for me today? You're not here to talk about Qiao Nian, are you?" At first, he believed that these people wanted to talk about Qiao Nian.
But after such a long time, he had more or less noticed something amiss.
Second Elder and the other elders exchanged glances. They couldn't hold it in anymore. Why wasn't the other party done yet?!
"Patriarch, you're overthinking."
"Then what are you doing here?"
Ji Lingfeng's short hair was sharp, and his eyes were ruthless. Holding a fountain pen, his tall figure leaned back, clearly impatient.
