"Zhou Jingwei, I have no issues with you, it's just that your brother truly speaks out of turn."
"Whether he speaks out of turn is not for you to decide," Zhou Jingwei's eye behind the gold-rimmed glasses flashed coldly, his patience exhausted, "One last time, where is my brother?"
His expression showed not the slightest fluctuation. Clearly, the father of Qiao Family's words had not caused even a ripple of emotion in him.
Qiao Jingxue knew just how cold-blooded Zhou Jingwei could be, having had the misfortune to experience it herself.
Before things turned sour and became unmanageable, she slowly stood up, her voice filled with wrongful hardship, "Big brother, I don't know which room Siheng went into either. Let's go upstairs and search together."
Zhou Jingwei looked at Qiao Jingxue calmly, it was unclear how much he believed her, his tone even, "Lead the way."
Utterly disrespectful, that was clear to hear.
