In just a short month, the Zhou Family had completely fallen from grace.
Various investigative departments moved in, and the Zhou Family was almost in a desperate situation.
When Zhou Jinzhong came to the door, Zhou Lin had just sent his child and Cheng Zhiwei back home.
He looked at the elder before him, who was on the verge of death, finding it hard to imagine how spirited he had been just a month ago.
With a disdainful curl of his lip, he said indifferently, "Third Uncle, do you need something?"
Zhou Jinzhong's turbid eyes stared tightly at Zhou Lin, filled with hatred: "You knew he would destroy the Zhou Family. You did it on purpose; deliberately taken away by the police, deliberately breaking away from the Zhou Family."
Zhou Lin's disdain turned into tangible mockery, and he didn't bother to hide his contempt any longer.