"Third Uncle didn't even say hello before bringing my people here, isn't that too much?"
Zhou Hui curled her lips and raised her voice, "Are you sick, Zhou Lin? Grandpa just invited Cheng Zhiwei to visit, and here you are wanting to fight and kill immediately, truly lacking manners."
Zhou Lin wanted to speak, but Cheng Zhiwei gently tugged at his clothes, her voice soft, "Ah Lin, it's okay, let's go home."
Zhou Lin took her into his arms, kissed her forehead, his voice low and tender, "Okay."
They looked like a couple with great affection for each other.
But both knew very well that their affection at that moment was all pretend.
Zhou Jinzhong laughed quietly without changing his expression.
Cheng Zhiwei leaned in Zhou Lin's arms, speaking softly, "Third Uncle, I think there may be some misunderstandings, Ah Lin and I are very much in love."
