Zhou Jiaqing remembered where she was and clenched her fists tightly. Ultimately, she had no choice but to put her hands down.
However, her eyes seemed to spew fire at her, as if they would burn her into ashes at any moment.
Seeing this, Zhou Ying replied coldly, "Since you've never treated me as a member of the Zhou family, let's continue that. It's best if we don't interfere in each other's business in the future."
She picked up her teacup and slowly drank it after saying that.
"Hmph, there will be a day when you cry about that." Zhou Jia gave a cold harrumph. She turned around and returned to her seat with a livid face.
"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Madam Zhou looked at Zhou Jiaqing, whose face was twisted with anger, and patted her back.
"It's fine. She said that we should mind our own business in the future and not interact with each other anymore." Zhou Jiaqing spat with an angry expression.
