"Yao Jian?"
Zhou Chucheng looked at the stranger before him with a face full of shock.
Hearing his cry of surprise, Qiao En curiously peered inside.
She saw Yao Jian, with his jacket unbuttoned, about to walk out of Yao Chuman's bedroom.
He had a look of embarrassment, and his eyes darted about evasively.
"Third Young Master."
As he walked out, he quickly started buttoning up his jacket.
Zhou Chucheng grabbed Yao Jian's arm before he could fully step out.
His eyes were gleaming with a chilling intent, and he was barely containing his fury.
"What were you doing in my mother's bedroom?"
In a room alone together, an unrelated man and woman, with Yao Jian coming out in such a state, it was inevitable that others would think the worst.
Yao Jian turned around to look at Yao Chuman, wanting to say something, but then he hesitated, on the verge of speaking but deciding against it.
"Son, what are you thinking?"