Zhou Liang, in particular, always felt that his daughter was still young, and that people outside didn't know the depth of the situation. He just thought that even if his daughter wanted to find a partner, she had to find one near home.

However, after Xu Fuchun fell ill, he did not object to his daughter finding a partner, but he was still a little dissatisfied with the distance.

But the person is right in front of me, so no matter how unhappy I am, I can't show it.

Zhou Liang said politely: "Well, hello, Zhou Le."

Call with full name.

Zhou Ping felt that the atmosphere was not right, but she was prepared for it. She took her mother's hand and said, "Mom and Dad, you haven't booked a place to stay yet, right? Zhou Le is the hotel lobby manager. You can stay at his hotel and get a discount. Of course, he said he will pay for it, so you can rest assured."

Zhou Le was smiling the whole time and responded, "Yes, aunt and uncle, don't worry, you can tell me if you need anything."

Zhou Liang shook his head and said, "No need, my son will find a good place for me to live, so I won't bother you."

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

Zhou Zhou used to work in Kyoto. On weekdays and holidays, his brother-in-law would invite him to have dinner together, so he had a good impression of him.

He tried to smooth things over by saying, "The person my uncle arranged to pick us up has arrived. Let's go out first."

"Yeah." Zhou Liang responded and urged: "Hurry up, don't keep people waiting for too long."

Zhou Liang and Xu Fuchun followed their son, while Zhou Ping lagged behind to comfort her boyfriend: "Don't be sad, my dad is actually a very good person. He just thinks our hometown is too far away and is worried that I will be bullied if I marry far away, so he is testing you."

Zhou Le smiled and said, "It's okay. I will try my best to pass your father's test."

"Come on." Zhou Ping clenched her fists to cheer her boyfriend up.

"Let's go." Zhou Le looked at the people walking in front and said with a smile, "It seems that there is no need for me to take a taxi. I am of no use at all."

Zhou Ping looked at her brother's back and sneered in dissatisfaction: "My brother is really something. He doesn't even know to give you a chance to perform."

The group walked out and looked around the parking lot.

Zhou Zhou finally found it. It was a black car that looked clean and shiny as if it had just been washed.

The window of the driver's seat was half rolled down, and the cold air from the air-conditioning inside kept coming out. Zhou Zhou could feel the comfortable coolness as soon as he approached.

He knocked on the car window and asked, "Is that you, Xiao Huo?"

The car window rolled down halfway again, and the person in the driver's seat said, "Mr. Huo is in the passenger seat. Why don't you bring your uncle and aunt up first? It's too hot outside."

"Okay." Zhou Zhou was just wondering, Mr. Huo? But the weather was too hot, so he didn't have time to think about it. He opened the back door and let his parents get in.

Zhou Ping and Zhou Le, who were far behind, caught up.

Zhou Zhou waved his hand and said, "Take a taxi yourself. This car is full."

Zhou Ping: “…”

His brother is so unreliable. It's so hot in Kyoto that he can get burned. He finally walked here and now he has to take a taxi.

She was about to lose her temper when Zhou Le grabbed her hand and said to Zhou Zhou, "Okay, brother, send me an address and I and Ping Ping will take a taxi over."

"Yeah." Zhou Zhou responded, got into the cool car and closed the door.

The low-key black car drove away.

Zhou Ping stamped his feet in anger and ruthlessly complained: "My brother is really something. I can't count on him to be reliable in anything he does."

Zhou Le comforted her with a few words, took her to a hidden place nearby, opened the address message sent by Zhou Zhou, and hailed a taxi.

While waiting for the bus, he couldn't help but ask, "Pingping, does your family have any connections in Kyoto?"

"Relationship? What relationship?" Zhou Ping didn't understand.

Zhou Ping shook his head. "No, it was just me and my brother before. Oh, and my second uncle's son, named Xu Qin. He's also in Kyoto. I heard he bought a house. He works in an office building. He's a small boss with a salary of about 30,000 or 40,000. It was during the Chinese New Year that my second aunt said it herself. I'm not that familiar with them."

Zhou Le was not one to hide anything, so he told the truth about what he had discovered: "The car that came to pick up your parents just now was a Bentley, and the license plate was Beijing AX888Z. It's not easy to get a license plate with three eights."

"That was arranged by my uncle. I guess it was a friend of his in Kyoto." Zhou Ping disagreed. She had no idea about car brands or license plate numbers with three eights.

Seeing his girlfriend's silly look, Zhou Le told her, "That car will cost at least five million. Didn't you say before that your uncle's family is quite poor? It's about the same as yours."

Zhou Ping has always been quite self-abased because of his family conditions, because Zhou Le's family conditions are quite good. Sometimes, because some of the other party's words inexplicably pricked his vanity, he would pretend to be strong.

She said slowly: "Didn't I tell you? My uncle's daughter, my cousin, was a star before. She acted in several dramas and is quite famous in the entertainment industry, but I can't tell you who she is."

After all, Qingzhi has retired from the entertainment industry now, and she and Qingzhi have never had any close contact. They are just relatives who still meet each other. However, this does not prevent her from pretending to be mysterious and saying it to save face.

Zhou Le knocked on her head and said, "I don't care what kind of celebrity your cousin is. It has nothing to do with me. I asked you these questions because I was shocked by the car. It was very inconsistent with what you usually told me, that your family was not well off. I was afraid that you were lying to me on purpose."

Zhou Ping's sensitive emotions were instantly soothed, "Why would I lie to you? My family really has no money."

"Okay, okay, I know you didn't lie to me." Zhou Le responded. He just felt it was too strange.

The taxi just happened to arrive, and the two of them got in and rushed over.

When we arrived at the location, only Zhou Zhou was standing at the hospital entrance waiting.

He pointed inside and said, "Xiao Huo will accompany my parents in first. The doctor has arranged some tests to be done."

"What kind of hospital is this?" Zhou Ping was extremely worried about his unreliable brother in front of him and said, "This doesn't seem to be a public tertiary hospital. Brother, please don't mess around with this matter and bring mom to a messy hospital."

The security guard at the door heard it, looked her up and down, and said contemptuously: "You are a country bumpkin, go out and ask about the reputation of our hospital. It is not some messy hospital."

Zhou Le on the side knew something about this hospital. It was said that this was a private hospital specially built by a young man from Kyoto's upper class. He didn't like doing business but preferred medicine.

It has all the basic departments, but the most famous one is testing, which is considered to be an authority in the country and even the world. It is said that it has a lot of secret cooperation with the national level.

He whispered to his girlfriend, "This hospital is pretty good. It's not one of those messy Putian hospitals. Let's go in and see how Auntie is doing."

"Yeah." Zhou Ping realized that she had said the wrong thing, her face blushed, and she followed her boyfriend guiltily.

Zhou Zhou fell behind. After walking a few steps, he took a few steps back and said "Hey" to the security booth.

The security guard looked over.

He clenched his fists and threatened, "Speak nicely! What's wrong with being from the countryside? Are the people from the countryside eating your rice? Without the people from the countryside to farm, you can only eat shit."

After saying that, Zhou Zhou looked at the security guard who looked deflated and silent, then he retracted his fist and quickly followed his sister's pace.

The security guard was speechless and muttered: "Country people are really uncultured."

At this time, a Porsche drove in, and the security guard immediately put on a flattering smile and waved, "Mr. Li, long time no see~"

The person in the car frowned impatiently and said, "Get out of the way. Don't block the road."

The security guard was standing nearby and not blocking the road. He quickly stepped back, leaning forward. “Yes, yes, Mr. Li.”

The passenger in the car found the security guard's appearance very interesting and said with a dull tone, "Look at these stinky security guards, they act like lapdogs every time. You find him annoying, but you are blind enough to get close to him."

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the security guard to hear.

But as the car drove towards the underground parking garage, I could still see the security guard waving at me with a smile on his face in the rearview mirror.

The prosperous Kyoto is fascinating. It is a center of power and status, a battlefield for fame and fortune, a den of indulging in pleasure where a million dollars a night is considered an ordinary thing... What is most lacking are always those who are in a low position but look down on others.