Catching up with Zhou Jun and Song Ge, Ling Chen and his two companions went straight back to their room. Upon entering, they saw Zhou Qi sitting in a chair, his face gloomy, fists clenched, and bulging veins visible on his forehead. Clearly, the events from before had left him very angry. At this moment, he was forcefully suppressing his rage, preventing himself from exploding.
Seeing his grandfather so angry, Zhou Jun hesitated for a moment, then approached Zhou Qi and said with his head bowed: "Grandfather, I... I am sorry for letting you down."
Zhou Qi looked up at his grandson, took a deep breath, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes. After a while, he sighed softly and shook his head: "Forget it, I know you were framed this time. Besides, what has happened has already occurred, and it's useless to blame you now. Let's think more about how to overcome this difficult situation."
"Elder Zhou, who do you think is behind the framing of Zhou Jun?" Song Ge asked.
