Chapter 2817 - 2817: Why Don't You Ask Your Aunt?

At the same time, a white BMW was parked close to Qing University.

The window rolled down, and the people inside could just see the farce at the school gate.

"The reporters are here."

In the front pa.s.senger seat, Zhou Yang lowered his voice and said to the driver, "I saw someone with a camera."

Bang!

Wen Ziyu punched the steering wheel. His handsome face radiated anger as he glared at him with burning eyes. "Can we only watch them slander us like this?"

Zhou Yang shook his head and sighed. "What else do you want to do?"

Seeing Wen Ziyu's angry expression, he quickly grabbed him to prevent him from getting out of the car on impulse and getting into trouble with that family. "Young Master Wen, don't be rash. Impulsiveness won't solve any problems! Even Princ.i.p.al Liang can't do anything to them. You'll only bring more trouble to Professor Jiang if you act rashly."

Wen Ziyu's chest heaved up and down. He still had some rationality left in him. He pushed his hand away expressionlessly. "I know. I'm not that stupid."

"I'm just afraid that because of this, Qiao Nian..." Halfway through his sentence, Zhou Yang met Wen Ziyu's gaze and quickly raised his hand, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her."

Wen Ziyu took out a pack of cigarettes and poured out two. He threw one to him and took out a lighter. He lowered his head for a puff before blowing out a smoke ring.

"It's fine. There's nothing you shouldn't mention." The smoke blurred his face, making it impossible to see what was going on in his eyes.

Zhou Yang glanced at him and pursed his lips. Patting his shoulder, he comforted him with a bitter smile. "Brother, you didn't lose to Young Master Ye."

Wen Ziyu looked more mature now. He immediately glared at him, laughed in anger, and punched him back. "I didn't need you to say it."

Ye w.a.n.gchuan was not on the same level as them in the Beijing circle, especially in their generation.

If it were anyone else, Wen Ziyu would still want to fight for it.

But Ye w.a.n.gchuan...

Just the thought made him feel like he was courting death. He had no chance of winning!

Zhou Yang looked at him sympathetically.

Wen Ziyu took another puff and held the cigarette between his fingers. The cigarette b.u.t.t burned. Seeing the reporters in the rearview mirror, he asked Zhou Yang, "Don't you have any other way? I don't want Uncle Jiang's reputation to be ruined by these people."

"Uh..." Zhou Yang knew Qiao Nian, but he was not familiar with her.

He lowered his eyes and thought seriously for a moment before placing his hand on the man's arm. "Why don't you ask your aunt?"

Wen Ziyu looked at him with a face full of question marks. "What for?"

Zhou Yang shrugged calmly and looked into his eyes. "How many people can we know after graduating from school? It's too difficult for the two of us to settle this matter alone! Aunt Wen is a big boss in the news industry. If you want to suppress the news or help Big Boss Qiao, you can only ask Aunt Wen and see if she has a good idea."

Wen Ziyu had not relied on his family since graduation half a year ago, nor had he looked for his aunt Wen Ruxia.

If Zhou Yang had not mentioned her this time, he would have forgotten that there was such a connection in his family.

He did not hesitate.

Without another word, he turned the car around and drove towards the television station.