"What kind of trouble have you gotten into this time?" A firm and powerful voice came through the phone. The sound of large trucks moving could be heard in the background. The person on the phone was at a noisy place.
Zhou Yue pouted and walked about aimlessly. He groused into the phone, "I am here to patrol at the storage, but you said I'm creating trouble? Haven't you been telling me to go and learn the business. I am doing exactly that."
The person who was on the phone with Zhou Yue was Father Zhou. When he heard this explanation, he berated his son directly. "Just two days ago, I heard you took some people to go and fight with the kid from the Yao family again. People said that you were practically leading the men into a gang fight. And now you're telling me you suddenly want to learn the business. Do you think I'm senile?"
