Zhou Jihuai threw down the tissue, stood up, and looked at his nephew, "Alright, you're still sick! Don't go running around anymore, get some rest." With that, he left with his entourage.
It was only after his uncle Zhou Hengguang had left that Zhou Hengguang's face showed a defeatist expression and he dropped his chopsticks. "Ji Fang, do you think I shouldn't have offended my little uncle?"
Ji Fang looked astonished. "Deputy Director, are there actually people you are afraid to offend?"
"Of course, there are." Zhou Hengguang replied irritably, "What kind of person do you think I am in your eyes?"
"Um... someone who schemes against his own brother." Ji Fang mustered up the courage to speak the truth, perhaps because Zhou Hengguang's complexion was pale and he didn't seem as dangerous as usual.
