Seeing how awful his father's expression looked, instead of being afraid, Zhou Jian was secretly delighted. He knew Chairman Zhao and that brat with the surname Ye were about to suffer.
Zhou Jian thought to himself, "Since you dared to mess with me, you'd better be prepared to be punished."
Zhou Minghan didn't press his son for more details. He knew Zhou Jian had already been wronged; making him recount this matter again would be nothing but rubbing salt into his wound.
He picked up his phone and dialed a number.
Although Zhou Jian didn't see clearly what number it was, he knew it must be a call to Zhao Qing.
At this moment, Zhao Qing was sitting in his office, his face full of joy.
The female assistant beside him saw this and, looking puzzled, asked, "Chairman Zhao, you can still smile? You've offended the Zhou Family's eldest young master. I'm afraid Elder Zhou will definitely come after you."
