Zhou Leyong's tone wasn't blameful, it sounded more like teasing.
Zhou Yiran thought to himself that if that family heard the old man's tone, they'd probably be even more infuriated.
"To tell them to scram is letting them off lightly. These fools who can't weigh their own worth, I've never had much regard for them."
Zhou Leyong laughed, "At least keep up appearances on the surface and don't go too far."
"That's where you're wrong. Some people, you give them an inch, and they think they can open a dye shop. They insisted on provoking me; I can't let them push me around."
The son always knew where to draw the line. Although he disliked Zhou Xitong, he rarely denied her face.
Zhou Leyong couldn't help being curious.
"What did they do to provoke you? I heard it was over a young girl?"
Just now, when Zhou Xitong called to complain, she made it sound exceptionally ugly, painting the girl as a seductive fox spirit.
Far from getting angry, Zhou Leyong was rather amused.
