Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu stepped through the door to see a little kid, not much younger than them, staring intently at them.
Ji Yiyun had no intention of introducing them and led Ji Tingyang and the others into a small ten-square-meter room, "This is your room, from now on you three siblings will live here."
"It's so small," Ji Zeqiu blurted out.
Their bedrooms in the Ji Family's house were more than ten times larger than this, complete with walk-in closets, and even the bathrooms were larger than this.
Hearing this, Ji Yiyun's face suddenly darkened, "If you think it's too small, then don't sleep in it. From now on, you're not allowed to sleep."
If Ji Yanli hadn't reluctantly decided to help her, how could she possibly be living in such a small house? And now her son dared to mock her for it.
But heaven had eyes.
Now Ji Yanli's money had nonetheless ended up in her pocket.
Thinking of this, Ji Yiyun's gloomy expression finally lightened a bit.