Those words could not satisfy Zhou Moxing.
"Delay? What could be more important than having dinner with the Chu Family." Zhou Moxing said coldly, his tone flat: "Anning has been waiting for you since the morning, you do not even show face. Who exactly are you unhappy with?"
Zhou Yinghuai took out a cigarette from his coat pocket. His voice was indifferent and clear, his eyes filled with faint mockery, "So, we're settling on the Chu family, then?"
"What do you mean we're settling on the Chu Family? Do you have any objections?" Zhou Moxing was caught off guard, his voice quieting, "Anning's father and I put our lives on the line together. For him to finally have a daughter like Anning at nearly forty, she's his precious child!"
"Hmm," Zhou Yinghuai did not disagree, nodding as he smoked. Through the thin mist of smoke, his expression was unclear, "Why don't you marry Chu Anning then, to honor your life-and-death friendship?"
