Ji Xiangting sneered, "Now everyone knows she will be my future sister-in-law, asking me about her family, I honestly don't have the face to say it out loud."
"I will raise these concerns with the old man for you," she added.
As the sisters were bad-mouthing the old man and Ji Anning, a chilling voice suddenly came from behind.
A shiver ran down the spines of the three women, and they all turned their heads to look behind them.
Ji Chicheng stood there in a crisply ironed shirt, hands in his dress pants pockets, looking at them with a 'smile' on his face.
"No, no, no..." Ji Ruoqian shook her head nervously, her little face terror-stricken.
She had already been punished enough these past two months.
Ji Xiangting also hurriedly smiled and waved at Ji Chicheng, "Uncle, we were just joking."
Watching the three women's panicked expressions, Ji Chicheng's lips curved into a cold sneer as he walked past them.