Zhou Xiaotong, "..."
He stood there, not knowing what to say, his chest filled with fierce indignation!
Soon, the elevator stopped, and Acheng turned around to leave.
Then, pressed a button.
Zhou Xiaotong stood in the elevator, looking across at Acheng in a black uniform, clenching his fists.
Acheng, "If you're not convinced, you can challenge me anytime."
Zhou Xiaotong hadn't had time to speak before the elevator door closed, and the man, like a black deacon, vanished from view.
It wasn't until he reached the top floor that he took a breath, got off the elevator, and called Zhou Chuan.
Zhou Chuan was a bit uneasy when he saw the call.
Last time he called, he quickly heard Ji Bo's voice. This time—
He answered the call without making a sound, maintaining silence.
It wasn't until he heard Zhou Xiaotong call out "Dad" that he asked, "Why are you calling again?"
Zhou Xiaotong, "It's already done."
Done?
Wasn't it just a meal to apologize?
So quick?
