Then he stretched out his wrinkled hand, took Ji Chicheng's hand, and walked toward the door.

At this moment, the aura of a benevolent father enveloped his old man, and the backs of father and son looked so harmonious.

In such a big family, it is like the harem of an ancient emperor, and it will always attract jealousy if it is favored.

Ji Ruoqian's grievances about being punished for writing a hundred ancient poems have not yet subsided. She stared at the door, waiting for Ji Chicheng and the old man to go out, she said in a sour tone: "My grandpa is eccentric, there is really no one."

Lin Yanqin sneered, "Cut, no matter how spoiled you are, after all, you won't be the son of a third-year-old child. What can you do?

Otherwise, the candidate for training the heir would not be Ji Jingfeng's turn.

She raised her chin slightly, her posture seemed disdainful and looked down upon Ji Chicheng, but the uncontrollable sourness in her tone revealed the jealousy and hatred in her heart.

In the restaurant just now, Ji Chicheng indirectly helped Yang Yufang and the others twice, which also invisibly proved the old man's doting and spoiling for him. She is jealous and hateful to him now.

"grandfather!"

The three mother and daughter were whispering sourly, and someone behind them suddenly shouted "Grandpa".

All three of them were shocked, their faces pale.

"where?"

Lin Yanqin looked to the left and right, and then to the door, but did not see the old man.

Then she reacted and turned to look behind her. Ji Jingfeng and Yang Yufang came out of the dining room, mother and son walking side by side.

Yang Yufang tilted her chin slightly, her mouth pursed with pride.

Lin Yanqin's eyes flicked over Yang Yufang's face, then fell on Ji Jingfeng's face, staring at him, "You brat, you dare to play with me."

She was still shocked, her face had not yet returned to the blood.

Yang Yufang looked at her, curled her lips and smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, our family Jing Feng is kindly reminding you."

As she said, she reached out and took Ji Jingfeng's arm and walked towards the stairs.

Lin Yanqin was unwilling to lose to her many times today. She stared at Yang Yufang's back and smiled coldly: "Yang Yufang, what's so proud of you, do you think your son will be the heir of the Ji family?"

When Yang Yufang heard the words, she stopped, turned her face slightly, and calmly replied to Lin Yanqin: "The Ji family industry will not be passed on to the female relatives, so my family Jingfeng at least has a chance."

It means that she gave birth to two daughters and there is no chance at all.

"You..." Lin Yanqin was not lighthearted, and Yang Yufang seemed to be proud of her footsteps. She gritted her teeth with hatred, "In the future, even if your son is the heir of the Ji family, there will be a mother who was born as a nightclub lady like you. The face is dull."

Hearing this, the expression on Yang Yufang's face became stiff, and his footsteps stopped.

Lin Yanqin knew she was talking about Yang Yufang's pain, let alone how happy it was.