With tears like a river in his heart but pretending to be calm and composed on the outside, Chi Jingxuan let out a light sigh and lay down on the bed.
Beside him, Qin Yuji, still unwilling to give up, pressed him further, "Chi Jingxuan, tell me, do Father and Wang Lin know about this?"
Shrugging, Chi Jingxuan shook his head. "Such a disgraceful matter—do you think Chi Jingming would tell them?"
"So, Chi Jingming can only swallow his broken teeth along with his blood?"
Qin Yuji pursued relentlessly.
"The broken teeth part is likely. But whether he'll swallow the blood—well, only he knows."
Speaking lazily, Chi Jingxuan appeared indifferent, as if it was none of his business. Yet a chilling gleam flickered momentarily in his eyes.
After a long pause, Chi Jingxuan murmured, "But one thing's for sure—the show has begun."