"Little Zhou, back when you were a police officer in the countryside, you never dreamed you'd get this far, did you?"
A trace of cold malice flashed through Sun Zhenglian's eyes as he drew out the question.
"Not at all!" Zhou Yi shook his head, met his gaze, and said calmly, "If a person doesn't even have the courage to dream, how can he hope to change his life?"
"Then tell us how you went from an unknown to an overnight sensation, achieving so much in just two short years. Let Haoran and the others learn a thing or two!" Sun Zhenglian asked in a seemingly joking tone.
"I suppose I was lucky!" Zhou Yi replied modestly.
"Lucky? Then why were you, of all people, so lucky?" Sun Zhenglian continued, his smile never reaching his eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe in this great drama called life, I just happened to get a script that looks full of good fortune to everyone else!" Zhou Yi answered in an equally joking tone.
"Isn't that explanation a little too subjective?" Sun Zhenglian shook his head in disapproval.
"That's because you asked a subjective question, Grandpa Sun!" Zhou Yi said, neither meek nor arrogant.
The old man asked, and the young man answered, their words concealing barbs.
On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but no one at the table missed what was happening.
Zhang Weimin and Qu Suqin frowned slightly. Given both his age and his standing, Sun Zhenglian should not have treated a younger man this way. Conversely, any young man who could make Sun Zhenglian disregard his age and status to personally put him in his place was clearly someone exceptional!
Judging by his performance just now, Jian Yan's grandson-in-law had responded with composure, knowing when to advance and when to retreat. Neither