The smell of tobacco in the room was very pungent, and the air-tight atmosphere made people feel even more depressed. Mother Zhou frowned. She walked into the room, pulled open the curtains, and opened the window.
The cold wind of the night blew in, and the bright white moonlight shone through the window. Mother Zhou turned around and looked at her son with a pained expression. She missed the old Zhou Yao very much. At that time, although he was stubborn and unruly, he was full of vitality and faith. And now, although he was alive, he looked as if he was already dead.
"Zhou Yao, let me ask you, what exactly do you want to do? Look at you now. You're a living mess, and you also made Sileng and this family a living mess... if you really have a woman that you like outside, if you really have feelings for Yang Lin, I'll get your grandfather to tell Chief Yang tomorrow that you should get married again... this family can't stand any more of your torment."
