On the next day, it was the weekend.
Zhang Guoqing came out from Old Captain's house and hurried back home. As soon as he entered the room, he quickly grabbed Zhou Jiao and left.
"What did Old Captain want with you?" Zhou Jiao asked as he came in.
"I'll tell you in the evening. Let's go first."
"Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you taking me?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled mysteriously, "Let's go quickly, before someone else shows up, and we won't be able to leave."
"You really are something, not even saying where we're going. Does our son have nothing to do with his mother?"
Zhang Guoqing glanced at her. So unlovable—does she think he's so unreliable in doing things?
Feeling helpless, Zhou Jiao was pulled out the door. As they walked, Zhou Jiao stopped in her tracks, looking at him with full of suspicion, could it be what she was thinking?
