It wasn't just Ji Ruoqian, Lin Yanqin, and Ji Xiangting who were frightened by his terrifying fury.
"Uncle!"
Ji Xiangting sensed the danger. She stood up, opened her mouth, ready to explain.
But Ji Chicheng didn't give her a chance. He reached for the tablecloth, and with force, flung it toward Lin Yanqin and the other two women.
"Whoosh!"
Tableware, knives, and forks were sent flying into the air, some hitting the wall, all inevitably meeting their shattered fate.
Ji Anning was terrified too. She stared at Ji Chicheng in horror, her heart racing up to her throat, unsure of what he might do next.
She feared that in his rage, he would disregard everything and expose their relationship.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, a painful scream from Ji Ruoqian came from across the table.
Ji Anning quickly looked over and saw Ji Ruoqian, hands covering her face, crying as she burrowed into Lin Yanqin's arms, "Mom, my face, my face hurts so much."
