Zhou Xueli remained silent, and Wufu did not urge him, merely slowly caressing the tea cup in her hand.
"The Old Zhou family has fallen!"
Wufu suddenly blurted out another sentence.
Zhou Xueli's body shuddered, and he lifted his eyes to look at the girl who was only two or three years younger than him, his gaze filled with confusion and helplessness.
"Ever since Zhou Xuennian developed those crooked thoughts, and Zhou Dajun did that beastly act, desiring to violate his legitimate aunt, the Old Zhou family has already been on the path to ruin," Wufu said as she looked at him. "The Old Zhou family is already in a quagmire, the reason they are not starving is because you still have your grandmother, and you and your wife, you still somewhat retain your clarity and can discern right from wrong."
Zhou Xueli's lips trembled, "What are you trying to say?"
