Grief enveloped the area, and the atmosphere at Mingyue Villa was taut.
Ji Zhiyuan learned about the news online and was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the living room like an ant on a hot pan.
Chen Ming came in to report, "Sang Qian's parents have been sent to the hospital, and the Eldest Young Master still isn't answering his phone."
"Dammit!" Ji Zhiyuan smashed the teacup on the coffee table in anger, "What kind of creature did he marry? Constantly causing trouble for me every other day."
Shen Qingjun walked over and gently stroked Ji Zhiyuan's chest, "Don't be angry; it's not worth harming your health."
"How can I not be angry after such an incident?" Whenever Ji Zhiyuan thought about those comments online, his chest felt choked and throbbed with pain.
He looked at Chen Ming and said, "Call Zhou Yi and tell him to get that bastard back here immediately, or else I will throw that little bastard out of the Ji Family."
"Yes," Chen Ming withdrew.
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