For those from the Ji Family, even though Xi Yiran did not arrive personally, there were still several familiar faces among those who had come, and some had even shared drinks with Ji Lin before.
Ji Lin was grinding his teeth, blood at the corners of his mouth, but as he gazed at Yi Xiaofei's standing silhouette, a strong murderous intent flooded his eyes.
He had never suffered such a disgraceful humiliation before, and this time, at any cost, he was determined not to let this person leave alive.
However, the next scene would forever be etched into the memory of the Ji Family. Among those who had burst in, the leader bent over to bow deeply to Yi Xiaofei.
"Master Yi!"
Duan Zhikuan smiled helplessly; he knew something about the Ji Family, but why had they provoked Yi Xiaofei, a person akin to a calamity?
