Zhou Yong had always been a generous person. He would help anyone, no matter if they were a friend or a relative, who asked him for help.
Yu Jian was one of the leeches who depended on Zhou Yong for money. He was unhappy that Zhou Yong was giving money to other people. How was he going to survive then?
That was why Yu Jian was so hostile to Zhou Lie and his family.
"Put your luggage in the trunk. Be careful, okay? This car is worth two million dollars. If you scratch it, you can't afford to fix it!" Yu Jian shouted imperiously at Zhou Lie and his family.
Even though Zhou Lie was unhappy, he considered that Yu Jian had gone out of his way to do him a favor, so he let it slide.
Seeing Zhou Lie not fighting back only bolstered Yu Jian's arrogance. He decided to release his anger and frustration on Zhou Lie and his family.
"Tch, what a bunch of country bumpkins! Hey, the seats are made of imported leather. You can't just sit down on it like that! Don't you know the rules?"
Yu Jian stubbed out his cigarette and pointed a finger at Liu Minglan. "Have you washed your hands or disinfected your clothes? Put some paper towels on the seat first. I don't want your germs to get on the seats."
Thud! Zhou Ying could not take it anymore and threw her suitcase on the ground. "Hey, watch your mouth! Do you think you're so high and mighty? You're only a driver! I'm sure your ancestors are 'country bumpkins' just like us!"
Chu Feng had remained silent. Liu Minglan was hugging Duo Duo and comforting her. Yun Muqing seemed displeased as well.
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