"Humph, I hope that you do as you promised," Ji Qingshang grunted nonchalantly.
Linghe looked up at Ji Qingshang and said, "We are bringing away Miss's memorial tablet."
Upon hearing that, Ji Qingshang had almost laughed out loud. "Just because you say that you want to take it away, you think that you could do that? No matter what, Ji Fengyan is still a part of the Ji family. How could her memorial tablet be brought away by people like you guys? Dream on."
Linghe's brows furrowed. "You guys are very clear about how Ji family had treated Miss. Regardless, I cannot leave Miss's memorial tablet at Ji residence."
Ji Qingshang laughed indifferently. "Isn't it just a useless memorial tablet? Did you think Ji family cares about it? We were only taking pity on her." Even though Ji Qingshang said that, she was very certain that no matter how much hatred she had for Ji Fengyan, she could not agree to Linghe's request.
