Jiang Shu didn't answer his words. He just glanced at this drunken man who couldn't hide his love, and asked lightly: "Where are you going?"
Zhou Liangqi half-squinted his eyes, "I only have a few places in Haicheng, don't you know them all?"
These words were too intimate and stirred up the memory of Jiang Shu's troubles with him. She asked: "Castles in the air?"
"Let's go to the hospital." He leaned over and set the navigation.
Jiang Shu's heart was up and down, and he pretended to be calm, "Is it appropriate to be so late?"
Zhou Liangqi asked with a hint of joking, "What do you mean?"
"process."
"The staff has taken care of it."
Jiang Shu then stopped talking and stepped on the accelerator.
The hospital was brightly lit, with Zhou Liangqi walking in front, his back a little careless. Jiang Shu stared at him, thinking of various past events. If he had not chosen this path, the two might have become close friends.
There were police officers standing guard in front of Zhou Libo's ward. Logically speaking, visits were not allowed at this time, but Zhou Liangqi could get through unimpeded.
"Wait a moment." He walked in quietly.
The door of the ward was opened a crack. Jiang Shu stood at the door. He could see Zhou Libo lying on the hospital bed. One hand was handcuffed and the other hand was dripping. He looked fifty or sixty years old, but he didn't look old.
, but his hair has turned gray.
It can be seen that he was a steady and ambitious man in his early years.
Zhou Liangqi sat next to him and chatted with him for a few words. During this period, Zhou Libo glanced outside the door, and Jiang Shu subconsciously dodged and avoided his sight.
After a while, Zhou Liangqi opened the door and said to her, "Come in."
Jiang Shu frowned and followed him in. Zhou Libo had already sat up and looked at her meticulously.
Jiang Shu shouted: "Uncle."
Zhou Libo didn't say anything, and the sharp vigilance in his eyes didn't look like a prisoner who had been in prison for several years.
"Dad." Zhou Liangqi shouted in a low voice, "She was passing by and came to see you."
Zhou Libo took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Shu: "I know you, your name is Jiang Shu."
She was very calm, "It seems Liangqi has told you about me."
"More than once." Zhou Libo's answer was obviously dissatisfied.
"Liangqi and I share weal and woe and can be considered close friends. It's not easy for you to reach this point today." Jiang Shu described calmly.
"Mr. Fu has passed away. He failed to get the opportunity for me to offer incense sticks. This is the greatest unfilial piety."
This was her point. If he really went, Fu Shiyan would kill him on the spot.
Jiang Shu curled his lips, "As long as you have this heart, the rest is up to God. Grandpa Fu will know."
Zhou Libo snorted coldly, looking at her with a strange look.
"Now that we are divorced, I will help Liangqi wholeheartedly. If you have the intention, your identity is not important."
Jiang Shu glanced at Zhou Liangqi, wondering what he said to Zhou Libo, his attitude was so ambiguous.
The latter said nothing and poured a glass of water to relieve the hangover.
"Assist him in smuggling?" Jiang Shu's voice was cold.
Zhou Libo was not surprised at all, "The most important thing for someone to achieve great things is to have courage. If you don't dare to do this, don't be a man."
After hearing these words, Jiang Shu finally understood from whom Zhou Liangqi learned his indulgence.
"Uncle, at least you have to have a bottom line." She chuckled.
Zhou Libo was silent for a few seconds before coming to a conclusion, "You and he are not the same person."
He glanced at Zhou Liangqi who was drinking water and seemed not to understand, "Isn't Wen Yuan good?"
Zhou Liangqi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "You have never seen her draw a gun. We are in the same group."