Zhou Jiahao took a sharp breath, clearly understanding that Robert had this ability, and it wasn't just talk.
"As you wish." Zhou Jiahao finally spat out these words.
Robert stood up and looked disdainfully at the other man, "Someone, donate everything under Mr. Zhou's name."
Since you no longer want it or care about it, why not make use of it for yourself? Or donate it.
Let's see if you truly don't care, or if it's just an act.
Zhou Jiahao just stared fixedly at the other man.
"Mr. Zhou, is there something on my face?"
Otherwise, why would he look at him with that kind of expression?
Zhou Jiahao withdrew his gaze, "Robert, I know you despise everything under my name, but I can't afford to lose them." Because Yaya still needs them. What if they find a new medicine but I can't afford it? Can I bear to watch Yaya leave this world?
Robert looked at him, "Aren't your people supposed to be tough? Have you forgotten your ancestors?" The irony in his words was quite apparent.