It couldn't be helped, they needed information on who Zhou Feng Ming was constantly meeting up with during those things without drawing suspicion. He knew this but whenever he recalls his niece's pale countenance and his father's worn-out face. Zhou Cao Bohai couldn't help but want to grab the arrogant thing he used to call older brother by his collar and throw him at the foot of Zhou Hua Fan's bed demanding him to kneel. "Third young master." Housekeeper Shuang sets a mug of his favorite chilled coffee on the table for him with a warm expression as if wanting to ease his anger. Zhou Cao Bohai glances at his jumping knee, his expression became bitter after realizing once more he was still far off from his father's everyday poker face. "Thank you, uncle Ning."