Zhou Jingwei sat opposite him, his posture relaxed and cold, exuding a touch of indifference, "Don't you dislike the climate in Jingcheng?"
"Indeed, I do, but whether I like it or not, I must return."
Zhou Siheng chuckled, his gaze meaningful as he looked at Zhou Jingwei, "And isn't it the same for you, cousin? No matter what, you still have to come back to take over the family business. After all, can any of us truly live according to our own hearts?"
Zhou Jingwei gave him a deep, emotional glance.
He averted his gaze, casually flipping through a newspaper on the table, "I had someone pull all of Qiao Jingxue's resources."
"I know," Zhou Siheng's pathologically handsome face bore an almost imperceptible coldness, "I don't care how you choose to treat Qiao Jingxue."
"Our planted informant at Jingxing has let slip that Qiao Jingxue went looking for Zhao Hanchen."