When Su Qing heard about her brother-in-law's second younger brother, her emotions involuntarily sank as well.
"Qingqing, actually there are some words I've been too embarrassed to say before, but in order to prevent you from getting angry, I'll just say it directly today."
Zhou Hengguang's attitude was exceptionally sincere, but if Su Qing could see through the eyes on the bridge of his nose and penetrate his drooping brows, she would find not a trace of sincerity or any hint of weakness such as guilt in his eyes.
Behind the lenses of Zhou Hengguang's glasses, his eyes, hidden by thick lashes, were profound, sharp, and cold like ice that had not melted for thousands of years. As he changed his tone, his choice of words, and his demeanor, the chill in his eyes slowly began to melt, and with this melting came warmth, as well as fervor and madness.
