Jiang Tan, amidst the night shadows, stared with unblinking eyes, the emotions in her gaze hollow. Her tears traced paths down her cheeks, yet her voice was calm to the extreme, merely stating, "I hate Zhou Moxing."
Zhou Yinghuai thought that he was indeed not a filial son.
Late at night, Zhou Moxing was just about to go to sleep when Zhou Yinghuai paid a visit.
Ning Hanying had not yet gone to sleep either, her health was poor, and she often found herself unable to sleep at night.
Usually, as long as Ning Hanying did not sleep, Zhou Moxing would also typically stay awake.
Ning Hanying looked uneasily at Zhou Moxing, "What's he doing here so late at night?"
"He's looking for me now, what else could it be if not because of Jiang Tan?" Zhou Moxing got up, displeased, "I want to see what trick he's playing now!"
"Wait!" Ning Hanying grabbed Zhou Moxing's hand, "I'll go with you."