“Jinghong, they…” Dongdan Fufa looked at the departing figures of the Zhou family with some worry.

"It's alright. Even if they don't get involved, they wouldn't dare to reveal our affairs so easily," Dong Dan Jinghong said confidently, taking a sip of tea. "The Zhou family can't get away with this."

"What does the young master mean..." Dongdan Fuji was still completely confused.

"Does the Grand Elder still remember Yunxiao from back then?" Dongdan Jinghong looked at Dongdan Fuji with a lewd smile.

Upon hearing this, Dong Danfuji's eyes widened in surprise. "Could it be that Zhou Bo was already... back then?"

Dong Dan Jinghong extended her right index and middle fingers, making the number two, and said with great pride, "He is the second one."

Dongdan Fuji and Dongdan Fufa both widened their eyes in surprise, their expressions showing sudden realization.

"It was that time that he tasted the immense sweetness, which is why he has been willing to follow me all these years; otherwise, do you think that the eldest son of the Zhou family would be so spineless as to be willing to bow and scrape and act like a lackey?" Dongdan Jinghong played with the black thumb ring on his hand with great pride, feeling very pleased: "He thinks that he is a great man who doesn't care about trivial matters, that he is being patient; but in my eyes, he is no different from those born with a lowly bone in their body, and he still has to grovel and beg for our Dongdan family."

Dongdan Fuji and Dongdan Fufa were stunned for a moment, and upon hearing this, they also revealed a contemptuous smile.

On the other side.

Zhou Zhaolong led the Zhou family members back to their rented courtyard and then dismissed the rest of the family members.

As soon as Zhou Bo returned, he gestured for Zhou Bo to follow him into the main hall.

"Bo'er, what did the young master of Dongdan mean by what he said before? Do you also have some kind of leverage over him?" Zhou Zhaolong stared at Zhou Bo with a serious expression, his mood very heavy.

"Elder, please don't ask. Knowing about this won't do you any good, and you can't help with it," Zhou Bo said to Zhou Zhaolong, unwilling to speak.

Zhou Zhaolong felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "As expected, it's not his own son; he's just too difficult to discipline."

After a moment of silence and taking several deep breaths, Zhou Zhaolong changed his question: "Does the patriarch know about this?"

Zhou Bo shook his head and remained silent.

Zhou Zhaolong took another deep breath and asked, "Does Ancestor Zhou Yong know about this?"

Zhou Bo pursed his lips, shook his head, and remained silent.

Zhou Zhaolong immediately put his hand to his forehead, propped his elbow on the tea table next to him, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"What exactly have you been doing outside, hiding it from the patriarch and the ancestor? You know perfectly well that the Dongdan family are a bunch of wolves who eat people without spitting out the bones. For the past thousand years, although our two families have been on good terms on the surface, we have been on guard against each other day and night. You know that, but you, but you..." Zhou Zhaolong was speechless.

Seriously, if Zhou Bo were his son, he would have beaten him to death on the spot!

Zhou Bo usually had a high opinion of himself, and over the past thousand years, his cultivation level was among the best of his generation. All he heard and saw were words of praise and flattery, and he had never heard a word of criticism.

So when Zhou Zhaolong spoke to him as if he had committed a terrible crime, he became a little angry and stood up, saying, "I know what I'm doing, so the Grand Elder doesn't need to worry about it. As for my father and the Ancestor, I will report to them myself."

After saying that, Zhou Bo turned and stormed off in a huff.

Zhou Zhaolong was speechless, feeling a surge in his chest and a bad premonition rising in his heart.