After closing the door, Ji Changmu walked to the window, put his hands in the pockets of his black trousers, and turned his back to the housekeeper, his expression always indifferent.

The housekeeper walked behind him. Although he was not familiar with Ji Changmu, he heard someone call him "Mr. Ji". He must be the second young master's good friend in New York. He heard that he is now the president of JY Group.

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"Mr. Ji, our chairman is old and usually has a strong personality. If he said something inappropriate just now, don't be angry with him. He has not been in good health recently and is not in good condition. It is common for him to say the wrong thing.

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"You don't have to come to me and say this on his behalf." Ji Changmu didn't appreciate it. "If you have this time, why not advise him on how to get along well with others? If a person is indifferent and alienated to his son who is close to him by blood, he must not

That would be too lovable. Yan Jia can care and love his little nephew, but Yan Songyuan doesn't even love his own son, and he is very arrogant. I hope you can persuade him."

The housekeeper was ashamed and sighed: "Mr. Ji, how can I do this? If I could persuade him, the relationship between father and son would not be so stiff for so many years. Of course I can't persuade him. The chairman just loved his deceased wife too much, as much as he loved her.

How much I hate that the second young master took away his wife's life. In those years, whenever the chairman saw the second young master, he would think of his deceased wife and think of her pain, which would often make him restless. Therefore, Mr. Ji, the chairman is also a pitiful man.

Since then, his personality has become extremely paranoid and blunt. I think he didn’t mean to be like this. He is also in pain. He loves his wife very much. If his wife had not been pregnant with the second young master, they would have a very happy life.

Home."

"Are you still saying this in front of me? Is it Yan Jia who took away his dead wife's life?!" Ji Changmu turned around angrily and almost scolded him, "Yan Jia was born innocently. If he could choose

, he will definitely not choose to be his Yan Songyuan's son! He is just a baby and has done nothing, but Yan Songyuan regards him as the source of his wife's life and as a debt collector, and he, Yan Songyuan, is the culprit!"

The butler stood with his hands down for a moment, not daring to say anything.

Ji Changmu had a strong aura, and after finishing his words, the surroundings became quiet.

For a long time, the housekeeper didn't dare to refute.

On the other hand, Ji Changmu's cold eyes stared at him, making him feel cold all over and his palms became sweaty.

"Yan Jia's situation is very unstable now. I advise you to take care of yourself. If you really want Yan Jia to survive, don't provoke him anymore. As long as he and Yan Songyuan meet, there will never be a quarrel. They have been arguing for thirty years. Now Yan Jia

Life or death is uncertain, if Yan Songyuan still has a conscience, let him stay away from Yan Jia!"

"Mr. Ji... No, it's really not like this..." The housekeeper felt sad for Yan Songyuan, but he knew that Ji Changmu was right, "Mr. Ji, every family has its own lessons that are difficult to learn, so don't keep criticizing the chairman too harshly.

He is grieving more than anyone else now. He lost his wife when he was young, his eldest son in the first half of the year, and now he has learned that he has lost his eldest daughter-in-law and grandson, and his youngest son committed suicide with a bullet. No one is more hurt than him."

"Does Yan Jia feel pain? When Yan Jia goes through all this, who can understand him? When he presses the gun against his temple, does he feel no pain or despair?"
Chapter completed!