Zhou Mincheng and Zhou Minjia set off, and the elder Zhou Sheng turned back to look at his youngest son, whose complexion was terribly unsightly, making his heart bristle with unease.
"Dad, why are you staring at me? I have no objections about your arrangement." Now that things had come to this, Zhou Laosi dared not voice any objections. After all, it was Zhou Minshi's fault that the Zhou Group suffered a significant downturn, damaging everyone's interests.
Old Zhou Sheng snorted coldly, "Since it's an apology, how can it be acceptable without a decent gift?"
Zhou Laosi immediately jumped up, "Dad, what do you mean?"
"Didn't you win the only necklace of glass-type Imperial Green jade from the old pit at this year's autumn auction? Hand it over."
"Dad! That's more than two hundred million!"