Uncle Li was startled at first, his eyes slightly frightened, and then he quickly regained his composure, "Master Yu, there is no truth in this matter. Do you think that this old man who once dominated the military and business world would lie to you?"
Ji Yuting lowered his dark eyes and said nothing.
But his indifferent and cold face clearly showed doubts about this matter.
"Master Yu..."
"Uncle Li, please go back and convey my exact words to Grandpa. He knows what answer I want to get."
"Master Yu." Uncle Li called again.
Ji Yuting stood up and walked back to his desk, sat down quietly, and began to handle official business, pretending that Uncle Li didn't exist.
It was an obvious order to expel the guests. Uncle Li's face was dull if he stayed any longer. He could only let out a long sigh and said, "I will convey your wishes to the old man. I should come again within today."
At these words, Ji Yuting suddenly frowned.
Noticing the key words in Uncle Li's words, he looked at Uncle Li's leaving figure with solemn eyes.
Before ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Yong was forced to confess. This was the deadline he gave, otherwise Ji Xinghui would be sent back to his previous cell.
As for grandpa, it seems that grandpa asked Uncle Li to run in both directions because he wanted Uncle Li to understand these things today.
Grandpa seemed to know his every move at the NBI.
Is it Grandpa's former subordinate who is spying on him?
Because of one sentence, Ji Yuting fell into complicated thoughts. Various factors and reasons emerged crazily, disturbing him.
Bell~
The short ringtone sounded, which was the WeChat message prompt.
He glanced casually, and when he saw that the sender wrote "Kiss my wife," he immediately picked up his phone and opened WeChat to check.
Shengge: [How are things in the bureau being handled? Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?]
Ji Yuting stared at this news for a long time, thinking about what happened before tonight. With Ji Yong's temper, he might not compromise easily until the last moment.
He could only bear the pain of rejecting his favorite wife once.
[I can’t eat today and will work overtime tonight. I’ll make it up to my wife next time.]
Shengge: [Work overtime? How late?]
Ji Yuting:【Before twelve o'clock.】
Shengge paused for a while before replying: [What about your dinner, are you going to have a box lunch at the National Bureau of Investigation? 】
【Uh-huh......】
After typing these two words in frustration, Ji Yuting didn't receive a reply for a long time, and his depression suddenly sank to the bottom.
Shengsheng is used to the food he cooked. Shengsheng will definitely be unhappy if she can't go back to cook for her tonight.
He sighed and strengthened his desire to seek the truth.
He vowed not to give up until he got the answer within today.
An hour and a half later, around 6 p.m.
There was a knock on the office door, and it was the police officer from the holding room who came in.
Ji Yuting was in a bad mood, his voice was dull and filled with anger, "Say."
The police officer was stunned and quickly replied: "Master Yu, breakfast, lunch and drinking water were brought in. Master Ji didn't touch a bite. They were all given to Master Ji Xinghui."
Ji Yuting disagreed, "He is just a son, so why not pamper him a little bit?"
The police officer continued: "In addition, there is a tender scene of father and son embracing in the cell. It seems that Mr. Ji has no intention of coming to confess to you yet."
Ji Yuting had a sullen face and kept writing with his hand, "I know, keep listening."
"Yes, Master Yu."
The police officers left, and the atmosphere in the office dropped a few degrees.
Ji Yuting's expression was cold and terrifying, and the hand he was writing with the pen wrote faster and faster.
The incident of Uncle Li coming over just now kept popping up in his mind.