Zhou Chenyuan gripped Lin Yu's hand tightly, his voice cold and detached, "Uncle, don't force me to speak harshly. I've ordered that those old matters are not to be mentioned again, and if you insist on bringing them up, don't blame me for turning my face."
Zhou Jinzhong's expression darkened, but catching Zhou Chenyuan's gaze, he could see the anger beginning to brew within him and felt a bit intimidated, thinking it better not to rush things.
"That's true, there's no need to rush this matter. Focus on getting better," Zhou Jinzhong left those words behind and then left, with Cheng Zhiwei, as a younger relative, naturally following to see him out.
At the elevator, Zhou Jinzhong's murky eyes landed on Cheng Zhiwei, and he said almost commandingly, "Cheng Zhiwei, since you have married into the Zhou family, you are now one of the Zhou's. You must fulfill your duties as a wife and persuade Ah Lin to temper his temper and interact more with his siblings."
The elevator dinged open.
