Uncle Ji rushed over after hearing the news. Xiaolan had already fainted. He looked at Ah Yu with an ugly face, "A Yu! This is an old house. I leave all the servants to me. You are like this..."
"I told him to do it!" Ji Zhanbai came over slowly in his wheelchair, "By the time I let you handle it, the day lilies were already cold."
"Young Master!" Ji Bo hesitated.
Ji Zhanbai sneered, "Taking tampering with the master's food is what a servant does? Today we just put sand and salt in it, but will we put poison in it tomorrow?"
"This... the young master is serious! This is just an example..."
"A case in point? Didn't I ask the people at my old house to prepare breakfast for her when I left in the morning? Why didn't she have breakfast?"
"I'm going to ask what's going on." Ji Bo broke into a cold sweat.
"What are you asking? Is there anything else to ask? Uncle Ji, you are an old man of the Ji family. What did I say when I left in the morning, asking you to take good care of her! Is this how you help me take care of her? Let me remind you
, she is my wife, the young lady of the Ji family, what do you mean by treating the young lady of the Ji family like this?"
Several big hats were pressed down in succession, and cold sweat appeared on Ji Bo's body, "I'm sorry, young master, this matter is my fault! I have neglected my duty, and I will give you an explanation!"
"No need, I already have the explanation I want. This woman should never appear in front of me!"
"yes!"
"If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the master in the future, the result will not be the same as today. Only I can decide whether my people live or die, and others are not qualified to do so!"
After saying these words, Ji Zhanbai slid his wheelchair and turned around, and Ah Yu followed him. Ji Bo had cold sweat all over his face, glanced at Xiaolan who was unconscious on the ground, and waved to the servant who didn't dare to breathe, "
Carry it away!"
Xiaolan was carried away, and the servants also left. Ji Bo wiped the cold sweat from his face and went to the study.
In the study, Mr. Ji held a paintbrush in his hand, his face a little solemn. On the table was a pair of blooming red plums, most of which had been painted.
Uncle Ji gently opened the door and said respectfully: "Old man!"
"Well, let's talk about it." Mr. Ji said calmly. Naturally, he could clearly hear what happened outside just now.
Ji Bo told what had just happened. Xiaolan knew nothing about Mu Qingchi, and Ji Bo didn't know anything about it.
As the chief steward of the Ji family, if anything can be hidden from Uncle Ji, in the final analysis, this matter is not Xiaolan's fault alone.
Could it be that Uncle Ji didn't know about Xiaolan's gossip in the morning? The reason why he didn't ask anything was just because Mr. Ji acquiesced to it all.
Ji Zhanbai made such a big noise in the room last night, and Mr. Ji naturally knew about it.
He never thought that the apathetic Ji Zhanbai would be together with Jiang Jingyao, which surprised Mr. Ji.
He thought that Ji Zhanbai would never touch Jiang Jingyao no matter what, but he did not expect such a result.
Mr. Ji was angry. Ji Zhanbai was his successor and his favorite grandson. He would not do anything to Ji Zhanbai, so Jiang Jingyao was the only one who suffered.
If Ji Zhanbai didn't care about Jiang Jingyao's abuse, the old man wouldn't pay attention. But Ji Zhanbai treated Xiaolan in such a big way to vent his anger on Jiang Jingyao. This is killing a chicken to show the monkey.
The old man fell into deep thought with an expressionless face.
