Zou Yi had already investigated Ji Fang's professional capabilities after returning yesterday, and the result was simply unbearable.
"If the secretary's capabilities are subpar, it's the third brother who suffers. He has never struggled this much since he was young, nor has he ever lived so modestly."
Zhou Hengyang touched his nose, feeling somewhat guilty. He still decided not to tell Zou Yi that the third brother was also doing a part-time job in his factory. Although it was part-time, he was pressed so hard he almost sold himself into servitude.
He would rather face his younger uncle than confront Zou Yi's benevolent face.
"You've come back suddenly, what about your studies?"
"Big brother, I already have a Ph.D.; there's no need to continue," said Zou Yi, feeling wronged, "I've wanted to come back earlier, but third brother wouldn't let me; he insisted that I continue my studies. I had no choice but to work exceedingly hard to come back sooner."