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Zhou Lengshan likewise flashed a smile, his refined and elegant demeanor revealing the handsomeness of his youth.

However, the astuteness in his eyes was too pronounced, and beauty alone could no longer conceal his ambitions.

He spoke with a smile, "Jingwei, after so many years away, it is not easy for you to come back, and still you are the one pouring tea for us elders; it weights on our conscience."

"Uncle is joking," Zhou Jingwei smoothly complied, his long, cold, pale fingers caressing the side of the cup, his gaze slightly lifted, his smile subtle and contained, "I am the junior here, what's pouring a cup of tea? It's only proper."

Zhou Lengshan immediately smiled more heartily.

He looked at Zhou Jingwei with satisfaction; evidently feeling gratified, his smile appeared much more genuine, "You have a better disposition than your father, a true lawyer's temperament, capable of holding his breath."