"How is Old Madame Wang doing?"
Sang Qian walked with her phone towards the staircase, where it was quiet, "She just woke up. The doctor has checked her; the surgery went very well. She just needs careful recuperation."
"En."
"Did the family meeting go smoothly?"
"He had prepared in advance, everything went smoothly."
Sang Qian knew that the 'he' Ji Chengzhou referred to was Ji Zhiyuan.
Ji Zhiyuan really cared about the Ji Family lineage, and he was also very attentive to Ji Sangyu. Every day, right when the child finished school, he would come over, bringing a constant stream of fruits, toys, and new clothes, all keen diligence. To anyone unaware, it might seem like Ji Zhiyuan was trying to please an ancestor.
Ji Sangyu was fundamentally afraid of Ji Zhiyuan, yet he longed for familial affection. Because of this, he wanted to be close to Ji Zhiyuan, but he didn't dare to, and so he was excessively cautious and wary.
"Are you home now?"
"En."
"Have you eaten?"
