The next day, under a clear sky, the Zhou and Cheng families were driving two cars towards the outskirts of Beijing.
Zhou Xiaozheng had left behind his guards and the families' aunties to look after Ping'an.
At this moment, Zhang Guoqing was driving his car, following behind Mr. Cheng's car. Inside the car, it was solemn; Zhou Jiao tightly held Zhou Xiaozheng's hand, hoping to give him some strength.
Gazing at the distant mountain peaks outside the window, her thoughts were myriad. Last night when she returned home, she first sent away Old Mrs. Cheng. By the time the men of the Lin Family came over to the Zhou Family for idle chat, it was already deep into the night.
Facing the two wooden boxes brought back, she couldn't sleep a wink. Whenever she closed her eyes, the face of Gu Ruyi, well-maintained and smiling, appeared before her.
Born into a wealthy family? Strip away that veneer, what's left?
