Zhou Lin placed Lin Yu in the car before he calmly turned to look at Meng Qiancheng.
"You drive."
He faced the red dot squarely, neither dodging nor avoiding.
Lin Yu attempted to get out of the car but was pushed back by him.
"Ah Lin," Lin Yu called out anxiously, her voice trembling, "Meng Qiancheng is capable of anything."
He was Zhou Chenyan's son, and some things in the bloodline couldn't be changed; Lin Yu had always known.
Yet, Lin Yu hadn't expected Meng Qiancheng to eliminate Zhou Chenyan so decisively and ruthlessly.
Zhou Lin folded his sleeves, his head raised nonchalantly, "What are you dawdling for, Meng Qiancheng?"
Meng Qiancheng was infuriated by his indifferent attitude, but ultimately, he was powerless because he didn't want to die.
After all, with Zhou Chenyan gone, everything he owned would belong to Meng Qiancheng.
How could Meng Qiancheng bear to die?
Besides, seeing Zhou Lin's composure, it was clear he had come prepared.