Bright red blood slowly streamed down from Ji Yebai's forehead.
Ning Xixi's little face turned pale, "Ji Yebai…"
She bit her lip tightly, her clear, starry eyes looking at Ning Jingshen as if he were a stranger.
When did that gentle and refined man turn into this?
Ning Jingshen attacked the wrong person and felt somewhat embarrassed, yet still carried himself with the demeanor of a father, "Come here! Are you not ashamed enough causing a scene at someone else's house? Come home with me!"
"Ashamed?" Ji Yebai laughed, his eyes cold as frost, "Uncle, who exactly is the one causing shame now?"
Lu Qinghe caught the meaning behind his words, her tone sharp as she spoke, "What? Young Master Ji, are you blaming an elder?"
