In the warm and spring-like living room, Zhou Jiao paused after hearing the words, lowered her eyelids, and fiddled with the rim of the cup in her hand. Ah, fire—a fire that destroyed everything in the Zhou Family back then.
Beside her, Zhang Guoqing glanced at his wife and nodded knowingly at Yi Jiefang, agreeing with a laugh, "That's very reasonable."
"Of course it is. Many people have noticed this issue. Who lives on that street? Not a single person dares to come out and say a word for the Liang Family or plead for them."
Zhang Guoqing lamented, "When gods fight, which mortal dares to step forward?"
"Exactly, it's a shame about those few guys who were used like knives…"
"Da Yi!" Zhang Guoqing quickly interrupted, "Never speak these words out loud again, what if you accidentally say it someday? Haven't you seen how many people have gotten into trouble because of speaking unwisely?"
