Rongcheng City, if traced back several hundred years, was once the prosperous capital of an ancient era.
Officials and merchants alike had accumulated enough fame and wealth for their descendants.
The Zhou Family ancestors had been local officials, but in this generation, it was only Old Master Zhou holding up the fort; the rest were good-for-nothings. There were quite a few women who had been bullied by Zhou Tian, and each time, he would rely on his background to get the matters brushed under the rug. With his shallow insight, he had no idea who Bo Yanching was.
Upon hearing Bo Yanching's disdainful tone, Zhou Tian immediately grew angry, "What kind of tone is that, do you know what my great-great-great-grandfather did?"
"Dead people."
Nan Jiaojiao took over, her head lifted for a glance, "Did I sum it up correctly?"
Bo Yanching couldn't help but laugh, "Good girl, very right."
Nan Jiaojiao then leaned back into his embrace, docile as a kitten.