The car stopped in front of the gate, and Qiu Cheng turned his head, "Mr. Zhou, do you need me to accompany you inside?"
Zhou Mingchen shook his head and reached out to open the car door, "Wait here for me."
After waiting for so long, he had finally gotten this opportunity. As he walked towards the gate, Zhou Mingchen felt his heart pounding with his footsteps, yet there wasn't a hint of panic within him.
Today, he was going to meet the person from fourteen years ago.
According to later investigations, more than half of the scars on his back had been inflicted by this person.
Sitting at the table, he sketched in his mind the outline of a fierce middle-aged man - surely strong and with a pair of cunning and evil eyes. After being locked up for fourteen years, his appearance might have changed, but the eyes never lie.
