In front of so many people, being forced into such a situation by Ji Chicheng, he was on the verge of collapse.
Ji Chicheng lowered his gaze, looking down at him condescendingly, "You’re very reluctant, aren’t you? But I love this feeling, where you clearly hate enough to want to kill , yet you have to go against your own feelings to flatter and pretend to be friendly with ."
As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, his icy gaze sweeping over everyone watching.
Everyone lowered their heads guiltily.
Because just now, they were all looking at him as if he were a demon.
"Damn, Ji Chicheng, you’re too ruthless, beating soone like this."
Suddenly, a fiery figure burst into the crowd—it was Xin Xiaoxiao, the half-host of tonight’s banquet.
She first ca up to the beaten man, scrutinizing him carefully, then frowned and asked, "But who is this?"
"He’s my friend," Ji Jingfeng stepped forward to answer for his classmate.
Xin Xiaoxiao imdiately beca courteous, "Oh, brought by Mr. Ji, my apologies."
As she apologized, she extended her hand, holding the man’s arm and helped him up.
Then she turned to look at Ji Chicheng, "Then I have even more reason to bla you a bit, don’t I? No matter what mistakes your nephew’s friend made, or whatever they said, they represent your nephew. Hitting him is akin to hitting your nephew, isn’t it?"
The implication was that whatever Ji Jingfeng’s classmate did or said, it was instigated by Ji Jingfeng.
Whether true or not, this was a sophisticated jab.
Ji Anning stood behind Ji Chicheng, trying hard not to laugh. She found herself increasingly liking this Miss Xin.
Ji Jingfeng’s face turned grim for a mont, secretly glaring at Xin Xiaoxiao, before smiling and nodding, "Yes, Miss Xin is right. My friend was brought by . I should have inford him about my uncle’s temperant in advance. It is indeed my fault."
This was a counterattack.
However, Ji Chicheng had no interest in continuing to fight with him; he found it tedious.
Not even sparing Ji Jingfeng a glance, he turned away with Ji Anning, right as tonight’s host, Xin Hailong, approached.
"Ji, you’re here. I was caught up with sothing outside earlier and couldn’t greet everyone in ti."
Xin Hailong apologized with a smile as soon as he arrived.
The atmosphere eased up as a result.
But in everyone’s hearts, Ji Chicheng’s demon-like image beca even more ingrained.
"Would you like to call them over for you to see?"
Ji Anning, holding a plate of food, watched Ji Jingfeng move around the room, smiling and greeting everyone.
Ji Chicheng, having observed her for a while, finally spoke up with displeasure.
"No," Ji Anning quickly shook her head. She said, "I just think that Ji Jingfeng wasn’t this stupid before. He actually brought such an idiot to this occasion, trying to embarrass us."
Stupid, just plain stupid.
"That’s because you used to be stupid too." Ji Chicheng gave Ji Anning a disdainful sideways glance, then haughtily raised his chin, adding, "You beco who you surround yourself with."
aning... because she’s been around him, she’s not stupid anymore?
The way this man praises himself is really roundabout.
This is so Ji Chicheng.
Ji Anning raised her small face, looking at the man’s cool and handso face, wanting to ask where’s his face...
Not wanting to participate in those insincere social interactions, they remained hidden in a corner, leisurely observing the variety of people in the banquet hall.
Suddenly, Wu the assistant brought over a young man, slightly shorter than Ji Chicheng, probably around his age, wearing a smoke-gray suit that made him appear very composed. The rimless glasses on his nose added a touch of elegance and restraint.
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