"A revolt, is it? Are you all planning a revolt?"
Watching Chi Jingming stride away, Chi Zhenghong pounded the table forcefully, feeling that no one takes him seriously anymore.
The resounding voice woke Wang Lin, who had already fallen asleep.
Stepping out from the bedroom, all she could hear were furious footsteps, followed by the door being slammed shut. Wang Lin knew that her son had come back.
With a helpless sigh, Wang Lin turned and went to the study.
However, she had only spoken a few words before being lashed out by Chi Zhenghong's anger and ran out crying.
Sitting alone in the dark bedroom and crying for half the night, as soon as dawn broke, Wang Lin left the house alone and drove to the old Chi family residence.
Around nine in the morning, when Chi Jingxuan and Qin Yuji were about to leave for Dijing, they received a call from the servants at the old residence.
