He sized up Chen Yi'an in front of him, his tone indifferent and cold, "Then why are you still here?"
After speaking, he directly passed by the embarrassed Chen Yi'an.
The Zhou Family's private planes were all parked behind the old residence's back mountain. Zhou Jingwei raced all the way there, and his black Range Rover was stopped at the entrance to the back mountain by a barrier.
A bodyguard approached and, seeing Zhou Jingwei's refined and detached face, felt a surge of fear but steeled himself to speak, "Young Master, the elder said that you can't come in here today."
"Give me three seconds to raise the barrier."
His voice was flat, his emotions hidden, calm to the point of being eerie.
The bodyguard hung his head low, "Young Master, we're just following orders, please don't make it difficult for us."
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
The wheels rolled backward and the engine made a dull sound.
