“Mr. Cheng, you’re thinking too much.”Yu Luoluo seemed to have never seen Cheng Chen so calmly before. When she saw Cheng Chen in the past, it was either with love or hatred.
Cheng Chen now hoped that Yu Luoluo could hate him even more. That way, at least it wouldn’t be this kind of indifference that was like turning a blind eye.
Zhang Yiche walked out of Zhi ya entertainment and saw Cheng Chen and Yu Luoluo pulling at him, “Luo Luo? Chairman Cheng?”
Seeing Zhang Yiche, Cheng Chen’s eyes instantly darkened. He said to Yu Luoluo in a low and urgent voice, “Yu Luoluo, you can hate me, but don’t joke about your marriage.”
Yu Luoluo looked at Cheng Chen expressionlessly, “Mr. Cheng, are you concerned about me now? Or are you jealous?”
Cheng Chen was stunned. His thin lips twitched a few times, but he didn’t say what Yu Luoluo wanted to hear.
