Over the years, Ji Dongtian was always fearless in his ventures, every time he lost at gambling and incurred debts,, he would simply send someone back to the mansion to fetch more.
For so many years, every bit of the mansion's income went to those gambling houses.
When Ji Dongming was still around, he could subsidize a little here and there. If Ji Dongming were to pass away, where would they find the funds to fill such a huge shortfall?
"Leave him paralyzed? Can't we think of another way?"
Old Madam Zhang actually asked Ji Ruyan, which showed she really entertained the thought.
Ji Ruyan slightly smiled, her tone cold as a knife, "There is! Chop off his hands! Let him taste what it's like to be without hands. People who are too able-bodied sometimes live worse than those with disabilities! Better to taste the life of the wasteful than to live like one."
Old Madam Zhang gasped, not expecting Ji Ruyan's method to be so ruthless.