At the mention of Uncle Zhao, Guo Yuqi was awash with guilt, her gaze flitting about evasively, "How, how would I know?"
"You don't know? Guo Yuqi, you actually say you don't know? A living person went out with you, and you dare to lie to me with your eyes wide open?"
Ji Dongming was even more enraged. Guo Yuqi was getting bolder by the day, possibly doing things behind his back that he knew nothing about. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was fishy, "Tell me honestly, what did you have Uncle Zhao do that day?"
"No, nothing."
"Guo Yuqi! It's better for you to speak up while I'm still in the mood to listen, or else you'll face family punishment!"
"No, you can't do this to me..."
Ji Dongming laughed bitterly in his extreme anger, "I can't do this to you? What a joke—I think you're really asking for it! Someone, drag her to the ancestral hall, and have all the masters of Ji Mansion go there too! Also, summon Uncle Zhao's wife."
"Yes, Master!"
