"You little brats, are you all here just to run my life into the ground? Another two days and I suppose you’ll have torn my Bamboo Garden apart!"
Ji Ruyuan looked at the shattered bamboo chair, his heart aching with reluctance. He had woven everything in this room himself, and every inch of it held his sincere affection. That was exactly why he couldn't bear to see the Bamboo Garden ruined like this.
"What kind of disciples have I brought in? They’re practically bandits..."
Chapter 43