Lu Chengwen felt very awkward.
"Uh... Patriarch Zhou, I think we should just let this matter go. For Cheng Wen's sake, and since neither young lady was hurt..."
Zhou Yangqing said angrily, "The daughters of the Zhou Family's Patriarch were kidnapped twice in a single day. How could I possibly let this slide? Still, hehe, I can give CEO Lu some face. I promise you, I won't kill him."
Zhao Ritian immediately burst out laughing beside them. "Oh my god, he won't kill our Martial Uncle! Ahahaha, that's too funny! Hehahaha... he won't kill our Martial Uncle, oh my god... ahahaha... I'm dying! He's pretty generous, hahaha..."
Zhou Yangqing was nearly ready to lose his temper. If not for the difference in seniority, along with his partnership with Lu Chengwen, he would have slapped him already.
Furious, Zhou Yangqing looked at Lu Chengwen and discovered that Lu Chengwen was holding back laughter too. His expression was strange—he wanted to laugh but did not dare, yet could not help wanting to laugh. The amusement hid beneath his skin, faint and restrained.
His lips moved for a long while, as though he did not know what would be appropriate to say, so not a single word came out.
Then he looked at Long Aotian, who was also lowering his head and tightly pursing his lips.
Even more infuriatingly, even Lu Chengwen's two little assistants were laughing.
Zhou Yangqing said, "What? Did I say something funny?"
Even Hua Xuening let out a snort of laughter.
Zhou Yangqing pointed at Zhao Ritian. "CEO Lu, isn't your junior brother being a little too rude? He dares laugh at me?"
Long Aotian laughed. "Hehe, he... hehe, he's asking to die. You can beat him to death. Martial Uncle doesn't like him anyway. It's fine, it's fine,