Zhou Shuren looked at Zhou Changyi, who was kneeling on the ground, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "What are you kneeling for? Get up."
Zhou Changyi didn't dare to get up. He truly didn't know what his mother-in-law had done; his defense of her was only to avoid being looked down upon by his brothers. So even though he knew there were certain issues, he never inquired. But now, not only had his father spoken bluntly, but he also seemed very disappointed in him.
His father's gaze was cold now, a coldness that should not be directed at one's son, as if he was looking at a stranger. He couldn't feel a trace of familial affection. At least when his mother was disappointed in him, she would warn him, and he had an understanding—because he knew that as children, no matter the mistake, parents would certainly forgive.
