Ji Mo watched his father standing a meter away with narrowed eyes, his tone as calm as if speaking to a stranger.
"Since you're here, it saves me a phone call. Go back and take care of your wife and daughter, and stop them from causing any more trouble."
With those words, Ji Mo turned around and walked away.
Having publicly announced his identity, the reporters, who loved a good story, naturally wouldn't let Ji Zichuan off the hook, and the matter could no longer be kept secret. Bai Shiling had already quarreled with him several times at home, and they were currently in a cold war.
It was clear without guessing that his pampered wife of noble birth wouldn't have said anything good.
Ji Zichuan's eyebrows twitched, and he hurried after Ji Mo, blocking his path.
"I...I really didn't know they would come. They didn't harm you, did they?!"
Ji Mo frowned and remained silent, simply trying to walk past him.
