Zhou Qing's entire body bristled with apprehension.
Turning his head, he saw that Zhou Weining, who had been sitting in the back seat, was now leaning forward with his head in the middle of the front seat, clearly able to see every piece of information on Zhou Qing's phone screen.
Zhou Qing nearly dropped his phone.
Zhou Qing was flustered, "Weining Brother, I..."
Zhou Qing wanted to confess, but he held back when he saw Zhao Kun next to him.
This kind of thing was best discussed in private. He was messing with his leader's woman; if Zhao Kun found out, wouldn't it be a slap in the face? He would probably be in a lot of trouble.
Zhou Weining smiled and then lay back down, saying, "You're still young. The online world is too illusory; it's better not to play like that. Your status is different now. Be careful, and if you really need these kinds of things, make sure nobody knows your identity."
Zhou Qing was stunned, staring blankly at Zhou Weining.
