Zhou Jin'an held Qiao En's hand and strode towards the Maybach.
At the car door, Qiao En stopped him.
"Mr. Zhou, you can't go."
She lifted her gaze, her gentle eyes pouring over Zhou Jin'an's stern cheeks.
She knew the importance and urgency of matters.
In the face of baseless slander, he had chosen to stand by her side.
True or false, trust or distrust, his standing by her side made Qiao En immensely grateful.
In clear matters of right and wrong, he had protected her thoroughly, and she had to consider his dignity as well.
"Director Zhou just left, you are the eldest son, you cannot be absent from the mourning hall. Mrs. Zhou and the second young master are targeting me, I can leave, but you can't. So many eyes in Zhou Residence are watching you, relatives and guests will also come to offer condolences, how can it be okay for you not to be there?"
She spoke every word with Zhou Jin'an's best interests in mind, but never considered herself.
