That night, at the Zhou family's residence.
Zhou Xiaoyong sat in the living room unhappily. Seeing that the house was filled with bodyguards, impatience appeared in the depths of his eyes. "Mom, I say, you guys don't have to go that far, right? Didn't I tell you all? That Shi Kuo is nothing. Is there a need to be so afraid of him?"
A woman in a leather jacket and heavy makeup walked over in high heels.
The woman's makeup was very thick, but it couldn't hide the signs of aging.
She sat beside Zhou Xiaoyong and pinched his nose. "My little boy, something happened to your brother. How can your father not worry about you? I've had our men keep an eye on that brat. I heard that the police questioned him but didn't manage to get anything out of him. If he's really targeting you, won't you be in danger?"
