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With that, he walked to Ji Fengmian in front of everyone.

"Are you leaving?"

Ji Fengmian nodded. "Of course."

He pushed Ji Fengmian away and the Old Master's voice sounded.

"Stop right there!"

Ji Fengmian placed his hands on the armrests and looked at the exquisite patterns on the high-end carpet with a mocking smile.

Bo Sichen stopped in his tracks. No matter how cold he was, after all these years of nurturing and kinship, his nature made it impossible for him to ignore the Old Master.

Even just now, he didn't explicitly say that he wanted to break up with Old Master.

Seeing that he had stopped, the old man's expression improved slightly. He stood up slowly with the help of his walking stick and walked to him. He studied him carefully for a while before putting on a stern expression.

"What did you mean just now?"

Bo Sichen said indifferently, "I think Yue Lin heard it clearly."