Zhou Lao yelled, "Panicking for what!"
"Can't see him." Zhou Xinyu replied anxiously, "They must know. They are here to accuse us."
"What is there to be afraid of in our own home?" Zhou Lao was not worried at all, "Besides, what evidence do they have that proves we did it?"
Zhou Xinyu thought, that seemed reasonable.
As long as Qiao Yun has no evidence, what was there to be afraid of? Just flatly deny everything.
"Go and meet them," Zhou Lao's eyes narrowed, "Let me see what they want to do."
Soon, the butler led the people in.
Qiao Yun still wore that cold and indifferent expression, while Pei Ya had a frivolous smile, sitting down somewhat disrespectfully.
Zhou Lao stared sharply at Qiao Yun and Pei Ya, seemingly trying to discern something from their expressions.
Zhou Xinyu's back was already covered in a cold sweat; there was no helping it, the aura of these two was too overwhelming.
