Zhou Shuren was still a step too late. Having chased halfway himself, his father had already returned home, trembling as he followed his father back. It had been a long time since he'd considered being the eldest was not good, and now the thought resurfaced. Being the eldest was too difficult. He had just arrived home, the command to send the message was definitely not given by him, yet he was the one who took the beating.
Zhou Shuren knew that his wife had awakened and that nothing had happened, yet he still couldn't quite feel at ease. His mind was filled with all kinds of schemes; in modern times, although he didn't like to watch TV dramas, he had heard enough from the young people around him about things like chronic poisoning which could go unnoticed at first.
