Zhou Xueli looked at the door that had slammed in his face with a cold expression. His face burned with shame, as if he had been slapped several times, utterly mortified.
"She, she…"
Lady Liang let out a soft sigh, holding his arm, and said, "Let it go, husband. I'm afraid we are truly going to lose this connection."
Zhou Xueli immediately felt deflated.
"She blames me for not disclosing Zhou Dajun's whereabouts, but in her current state, I was really afraid she'd overdo it," Zhou Xueli said with pursed lips.
Having thought it over overnight, he understood that Zhou Dajun had acted shamefully and deserved divine punishment, but he couldn't bring himself to betray Dajun's location.
After all, his surname was Zhou.
Lady Liang felt a coldness in her heart upon hearing this but said no more. The bonds of blood were different. In Zhou Xueli's heart, a nephew sharing the Zhou surname must be closer than nieces who were outsiders.
