Zhou Daocang's heart skipped a beat, "Friend Lin, why do you say such things?"
However, Lin Chen ignored Zhou Daocang, turning his head to look at Zhou Daoyuan: "Eldest son, just now you asked me why I came, and my delay in answering was to wait for Seventh Young Master, to discuss this matter in his presence."
Dressed in white, Zhou Daoyuan, with his dignified bearing and impressive aura, glanced at Zhou Daocang, whose face had slightly changed: "Several years ago, at the Military Supply Department, my seventh brother and Friend Lin had a conflict. Have you come here for that matter?"
"It is and it isn't!"
