Zhou Patriarch's eyes flickered slightly.
Zhou Xinyu struggled to suppress the palpitations in his heart and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Pei Ya sneered, "If you were really his grandson, how could he bear to make you the scapegoat?"
Zhou Xinyu suddenly felt a suffocating sensation take hold, his eyes widened in shock, "Scapegoat, what scapegoat?"
Pei Ya said airily, "Of course, the scapegoat for the huge bombing case."
Qiao Yun's gaze swept over Zhou Xinyu's beer belly, she said noncommittally, "Indeed quite plump."
Pei Ya: "..."
Is this the focus?
So be it.
Professor Qiao is more suited to be the aloof flower atop the snowy mountains, it's better for him to handle these matters.
Zhou Xinyu's lips trembled, "Explain this to me clearly?"
