2333 Ji Lingfeng Seems to Have Special Feelings For Ji Qing

"Little Miss…" He Lin blurted out. Immediately realizing that he had said the wrong thing, he instinctively raised his head to peek at the change in Ji Lingfeng's expression.

Ji Lingfeng did not seem to have heard. His face was emotionless.

He Lin seemed to understand something. His eyelids twitched as he quickly lowered his head and continued, "Miss Qiao has been staying in the research institute for the past few days. She leaves home early and returns late. I don't know what she's doing. She seems to be looking for information."

The First Research Institute was Feng Yu's territory.

Feng Yu hated it when others stretched their hands too far.

The various large factions of the independent continent were afraid of him, so they restrained themselves in this aspect over the years. Everyone's eyes and ears in the First Research Institute were limited.

He Lin only knew that Qiao Nian had been staying in the First Research Institute's archives recently. She arrived early and left late.

Ji Lingfeng leaned back in his chair and lowered his head to smile. Then, he said, "Go find Ji Ziyin."

He Lin quickly looked up.

Three days ago, Ji Lingfeng called Ji Ziyin back and then placed her under house arrest.

Many people in the family had placed their bets on Ji Ziyin. This group of people had been causing a ruckus recently and wanted to see Ji Lingfeng.

Ji Lingfeng was exceptionally domineering this time. He did not meet anyone!

Ji Hongyuan looked for He Lin a few times, but Ji Lingfeng refused to see him just like that, making the old elder very embarrassed.

"Patriarch, why are you looking for Miss Ji?" He Lin did not dare to ask further and only looked down.

Ji Lingfeng indifferently said, "Tell her that my patience is limited. She'd better hand over what I want. Otherwise… don't blame me for not giving her face."

He Lin's heart skipped a beat. He vaguely felt that Ji Ziyin seemed to have accidentally touched a certain reverse scale of the Patriarch.

He did not dare to look up. "I'll do it immediately."

"Go on."

Ji Lingfeng waved his hand as if he was very tired.

He Lin quickly raised his head before leaving.

The March weather in the independent continent was warm. The sun was just right outside, and warm sunlight shone in through the French windows.

Tall and dignified, Ji Lingfeng opened a drawer and took out an old yellowed photo. He lowered his eyes.

His aura was as powerful as ever.

He Lin did not know why, but he could see a trace of sadness that could not be hidden from him.

This feeling was like seeing a ghost!

He Lin did not dare to look at him anymore. He hurriedly lowered his head and quickly went out, closing the door behind him.

* * *

At 3:00 PM.

Ji Ziyin met He Lin at the place where she lived. He Lin conveyed Ji Lingfeng's order word by word and prepared to leave.

Ji Ziyin sent him away expressionlessly.

It was not until she closed the door that she returned to her room with a resentful and twisted expression and smashed all the cosmetics on the dressing table to the ground.

The room was a mess after Ji Ziyin vented her anger. There was nowhere to go.

She opened the door with a dark expression and said to the servants outside, "Someone come in and tidy up my room."

The old servant had worked for her for more than 10 years. Seeing that no one else dared to go forward, she took the initiative to pick up the broom and say, "I'll go."

The others thanked her with their eyes.

The old servant quickly grabbed the cleaning tools and entered the room.

…

In the bedroom on the second floor.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, Ji Ziyin took out an old notebook from the drawer.