Young Master Zhou, Stop Kneeling. Miss Zhao Has Someone New

Four years ago, he had driven her away with his own hands, forcing her to call him Uncle. Later, when Zhou Jingyan learned that a man had spent the night at Zhao Xicheng’s home, he nearly went mad. He grabbed her and demanded, eyes red, “Who was that man? Tell me!” But she coldly shook off his hand. “Who I’m with is none of your business. Uncle, you should go home and be with your wife.” His once-handsome features twisted out of shape. He stared at the scattered red marks on Zhao Xicheng’s neck, his eyes bloodshot. Then, in the next moment, he fell to his knees and wept in despair. Zhou Jingyan: “Xixi, don’t do this to me. I was wrong.”