"Jiao Jiao, hypothetically speaking, and I say hypothetically, if one day the younger generation of the Cheng Family and our son became rivals, how would you choose?"
Zhou Jiao was stunned by Zhang Guoqing's sudden question as he pushed open the bedroom door. Could it be that since the old lady isn't home, the Cheng Family has gotten into a mess?
"No, I just want to know what you think."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiao felt relieved and laughed, "Oh, this question? It's simple. Just imagine if Xiao Kang Kang were about the same age as May 1st, and one day he broke May 1st's head, what would you do?"
What to do? Watch him without killing the father who raised such a son! Even if the old lady were present, it wouldn't matter; we'd have to vent this anger.
"That's right, the answer is obvious. I've always said that human nature is inherently wicked. Gratitude exists at most in the hearts of those involved; the next generation doesn't care about those things."
