The man had already approached.
Cheng Zhirang sat in the back seat, watching him with an unchanged expression, then glanced at Chen Song's panicked look, and opened the car door to get out.
He slightly blocked in front of Chen Song and her son, extending a gentlemanly hand to the man.
"Mr. Ji."
The light in the corridor shone on the man, revealing his face.
Unexpectedly, he was a relatively young man, probably not yet thirty, dressed in black, looking quite intimidating, not like a kind person.
Ji Yu reached out to briefly shake hands with him, his gaze fixed on Chen Song, who was holding the child.
"What, you don't recognize me?"
Chen Song kept a cold face and said nothing.
Ji Yu then looked at Cheng Zhirang: "Mr. Cheng, the event is over. Can you give her to me now?"
"That depends on whether Sister Chen wants to, forcing others shouldn't be something the Ji Family taught you."
Ji Yu laughed indifferently, looking at Chen Song:
