Zhou Yuwen was stuck in traffic on the highway the entire day today. Honestly, it was quite exhausting. His mother forcefully dragged him towards the study, which left Zhou Yuwen feeling somewhat helpless. With a wry smile, he said, "Mom, can't this wait until tomorrow?"
But with such a big incident happening at home, his parents had been full of question marks at the dinner table, and seizing the chance to talk behind closed doors, how could they easily let Zhou Yuwen off the hook.
Without getting a clear explanation from Zhou Yuwen today, there was no way they'd let him go to sleep.
"What's there to explain, really?"
Zhou Guobin's study was only renovated in the last two years. Unlike commercial apartments where one counts the area by the finger, the advantage of self-built houses is their size. Therefore, although it's a study, it is possible to separate it into an office area and a guest area. Normally, Zhou Guobin would drink tea and smoke in here.
