What could Ji Changjun say?
He was furious, but he could only swallow it down, choke back his anger, and force a smile as he replied, "Morning."
Right now he was counting on Ji Nanfeng to agree to Li's Family's request, and then he'd quickly push him into the presidential office.
By then, he'd be the president's father, and with Li's Family's backing on the other side, he'd be like a fish in water.
So this morning, the reason he went to talk so much to Zuo Aiai and put up with her for so long was exactly this. He knew his wife's temper very well. She'd grown up in a big family, full-on rich Miss temper, arrogant as hell, and had always looked down on Zuo Aiai. One wrong word and they'd be at each other's throats.
She could make a scene all she wanted, but she couldn't mess up his big plan.
Ji Nanfeng sat down to the side.
Zuo Aiai picked up a big steamed bun from the plate in front of her and handed it to him. "Smells great!"
"Yeah." Ji Nanfeng answered, taking the bun.
