Chapter 1155: Is the Game Fun?

Zhou Jihuai was not reassured, so he spoke personally with the attending physician and only left after obtaining a thick stack of medical orders. When he returned to Zhou Hengguang's house, there were respectful people waiting at the door even before he entered, and the faint aroma of food drifted from the direction of the kitchen.

Some were cooking, some cleaning, and others were welcoming him in—had he not been certain this was his home, he might have thought he entered the wrong place.

Zhou Hengguang's face darkened on the spot.

"This is my house."

"Now it's my house," Zhou Jihuai's expression changed instantly upon entering, his arms crossed and face expressionless as he scrutinized Zhou Hengguang, his sharp eyes like a sword, assuming the most domineering stance over everyone present.

It was a haughty demeanor only those long in power possessed, not deliberate but a habit naturally formed over time. A casual glance could bring endless pressure to others.