"Uncle Zhou, you're back!"
Hearing this, Qin Fan turned to face Zhou Yihang with a beaming smile. He gave a frivolous smirk, the murderous intent from moments before now expertly concealed. His entire demeanor was that of an innocent, sunny young man.
But is he really so harmless? Zhou Yihang absolutely didn't believe it. His heart leaped into his throat as an inexplicable wave of panic and despair washed over him.
Pointing a trembling finger at Qin Fan, Zhou Yihang stammered in a panic, "Q-Q-Qin Fan, why are you here?!"
"Uncle Zhou, is this really so surprising?" Qin Fan shrugged and spread his hands. "Do you truly have no idea what you've done?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Every utterance of "Uncle Zhou" was like a plunge into an icy abyss for Zhou Yihang. Paired with Qin Fan's blatant taunts, he suddenly felt all the strength drain from his body.
