The night was as dark as ink, and the cold moonlight shone on the earth, adding a layer of chill to the autumn.
In Suzhou City, within the Zhou Family Mansion.
Zhou Sihao lay on the hospital bed. Although his swollen cheeks had been treated by a doctor and the swelling had subsided, they still showed patches of blue and purple. His face was expressionless, showing no anger or malice, only calmness and a hint of fear.
Beside Zhou Sihao, an elderly man past his prime sat by the bed, his deeply lined face bearing a pair of profoundly penetrating eyes. Despite his age, they were not clouded at all; instead, they sparkled with a sharp light, as if seeing through people, making anyone standing in front of him feel exposed.
This old man was Zhou Sihao's grandfather, Zhou Chengtian, the true controller of the Zhou Family, holding a high status and great power.
The room was eerily quiet, and the oppressive atmosphere felt as if a large stone was pressing on one's chest.
