"Zhou Chenyan, I said, don't touch them," her voice trembled, her eyes were unnaturally red, "Let them go."
A hint of satisfaction flickered through Zhou Chenyan's eyes. He enjoyed watching her cry and beg him, twenty years on and she was still just like his memory of her.
Feigning sympathy, he sighed, then slowly turned to those people and said, "Since Ah Yu has pleaded for you, I'll let it go this time. If you bully Ah Yu again, you won't be needing your mouths."
"Yes, yes, yes."
Several people scrambled away.
Outside the gate, in the black car, Zhou Lin watched their embarrassed figures and snorted coldly.
"President Zhou, they..."
"Waste," Zhou Lin sneered softly. Initially, he had hoped for Zhou Chenyan's return, and now he reaped his own consequences.
After a white car arrived, he finally opened the door and got out, silently waiting by the roadside.
He Mingzhu, in her high heels, hurried a few steps to his side. "Ah Lin, I'm sorry I'm late."