When Yan Xianjue heard Zhou Ye mention Lin Rui's memorial portrait spontaneously bursting into flames in public,
he could no longer say anything except applaud.
What kind of genius would think to smear phosphorus powder on their own father's memorial portrait? After Lin Rui's death, Lin Shi's madness seemed to have reached an even greater height.
What an absolutely brilliant dark joke!
Yan Xianjue squeezed his legs lightly around the horse's belly and strolled leisurely across the grass.
Zhou Ye said, "Only your parents would be willing to build you a horse ranch in such a great place." Yan Xianjue gave a soft snort of laughter.
When it came to spoiling children, the Zhou Household was no less excessive. If the Lin Household was like a giant breeding ground for poisonous insects,
then Zhou Ye was the Zhou Household's only precious seedling.
The hope of the entire family.
"When you were seven, your second uncle used to carry you around on his shoulders."
Zhou Ye covered his face. "Please don't bring that up!"
"Then it's settled. Neither of us gets to bring up the other's embarrassing history."
Zhou Ye immediately nodded.
But Zhou Ye's mouth really might have taken after his second uncle.
Although Zhou Ye's second uncle was among the most capable of his generation, having single-handedly led the Zhou Household up several levels,
he truly was not the traditional quiet and reserved domineering CEO type.
He could be devastated by the deaths of his wife and child, then treat Zhou Ye as his own son from then on.
He could also chatter endlessly about trivial matters like an auntie from the neighborhood committee.
Yan Xianjue suspected that Zhou Ye's love of gossip had been inherited from his second uncle.
As had his chattiness.
For example, Zhou Ye had