Old Zhou's face changed suddenly. At his age, finding another job as relaxed and well-paid as a gatekeeper at the Su Residence was almost impossible.
Having worked at the Su Residence for so many years, Old Zhou had planned to retire there; otherwise, he wouldn't have followed Zhu Xinyan's instructions, thinking that as the lady of the house, obeying her would secure his job more firmly.
But now, the words of the young master clearly shattered Old Zhou's illusion.
"What is this? What is this?!" A voice filled with urgent anger carried from afar.
Then Su Yukan hurried over, still dressed in his home clothes and wearing indoor slippers.
Su Zhe stood by the car, adjusting his clothes casually, his demeanor as nonchalant and relaxed as ever, unaffected by the SUV behind him, its front end deformed and headlights shattered.
"Su Zhe, what are you doing!" Su Yukan yelled.
