Chapter 314 You are Porcelain, He is a Clay Pot
Madam Zhou’s face flashed with a hint of panic, her gaze darting about in desperation. All she could think about was the possibility that she was defiled, that she had dragged her daughter into this mess. What should she do?
"Mother," Wufu said as she looked at her mother’s extremely flustered state, gripping her hand tightly, her face darkening as if it could drip water.
If before, she still held onto a sliver of hope that she might have seen wrong, but now Madam Zhou’s acknowledgment confirmed her own eyes were indeed correct—that beast was indeed Zhou Dajun.
Zhou Dajun, the Old Zhou family, very good, excellent.
Wufu ground her teeth, recalling the appearance of Zhou Dajun. Her fists clenched until her knuckles cracked.
It seemed unimaginable that such a young man could possess the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, daring to bully even his own aunt, contemplating such violation.
What scum, what trash. If he wanted women, he could go to the Flower Tower, look for someone else—why fixate on his own blood-related aunt? Why didn’t he go after his sister or his mother instead!
Zhou Dajun, he did not understand what family norms are, but she would teach him.