บท 991: The Truth

Zhou Yao's tall body remained still for a few seconds. Then, he threw away the shovel in his hand and raised his head. He looked at Old Master Zhou and asked firmly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Old Master Zhou was about to speak when Father Zhou said, "Zhou Yao, we know that it was hard for you to accept at the moment. But at that time, there was no other way except to evacuate. We all knew that you couldn't accept Zhiyuan's death. How could we tell you that Zhiyuan's body couldn't be brought back? We're afraid that you'll break down."

"Humph," Zhou Yao chuckled. He spread his long legs and slowly walked to the two of them. His gloomy black eyes were bloodshot. He asked word by word, "You're not me. What right do you have to make decisions for me?"

"Zhou Yao," Old Master Zhou frowned. "Even if we told you at that time, there's nothing you could have done..."