Awakening

Zhou Jia glanced at the two brothers standing at the side. "Sir, let's talk about it when he wakes up."

Mr. Wen nodded. "Alright, when your father wakes up, the grudges of the older generation will be settled within the older generation!"

The Zhou brothers stood there for a long time, but no one greeted them. They really couldn't stand it anymore. They dragged a bench and sat on it in a daze.

When the sky turned dark, Zhou Yu was worried about Madam Huang, who was at home alone. He reminded Zhou Xin a few times and went back to take care of Madam Huang. Zhou Xin shrank his neck and sat on the stool. He did not dare to leave and gradually dozed off.

In Old Master Zhou's room, Zhou Jia leaned back in his chair and fell asleep. A cool breeze blew outside the house, and it started to drizzle. The autumn rain was cold. After autumn, the sky gradually turned cold.