Cheng Weiyue said "definitely," and Zhou Jingwei understood what was going on.
True to Zhou Bingquan, after so many years, he was still as decisive as ever.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it," Zhou Jingwei stretched out his hand and touched the corner of Cheng Weiyue's eye.
"I'm not scared," Cheng Weiyue said obediently.
Zhou Jingwei felt a pang of heartache.
He had actually gotten used to Zhou Bingquan's way of handling things, but perhaps because this time it involved Cheng Weiyue, he spoke each word deliberately, with an undertone of gritting his teeth, "Open the car door for me!"
Meanwhile, Zhou Bingquan sat with his eyes closed, calm and collected, without a response.
"Let Weiyue leave, and I will go back to the Zhou Family with you."
Zhou Bingquan's eyes slowly opened.
Being father and son, they understood each other all too well, and Zhou Jingwei struck precisely at his father's vulnerability.
