"Ah Zhi, if I don't fight with you, will you… be happier?"
Zhou Heng's eyes were a little sad. He wanted his brother, not the cold throne.
He did not come back to compete with him.
Zhou Zhi looked at Zhou Heng and smiled faintly. He lowered his eyes and hid all his thoughts in them.
Zhou Zhi did not answer Zhou Heng. He let go and sat quietly without saying anything.
Zhou Heng swallowed. At that moment, he thought that he understood Zhou Zhi, but Zhou Zhi did not say anything. In an instant, the two brothers seemed to be thousands of miles apart.
When the carriage arrived, Zhou Zhi lifted the curtain and went down.
The steel frame was heavy. Zhou Zhi stopped in his tracks and said coldly, "We can't go back to the past. Big Brother can only walk forward. I'm the same. I hope Big Brother can adapt to the coldness in the capital as soon as possible."
Zhou Zhi got off the carriage and slowly walked into the residence.
