The phone rang for a long time, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a flat male voice on the other end.
He said, "Weiyue accidentally came into contact with alcohol today, and she's had a bit of an allergic reaction, so she's already asleep."
Zhou Jingwei's languidly deep tone was too distinctive; Zhao Hanchen recognized it after just the first word.
The fingers holding his phone turned white from the pressure, his heart feeling as if it were being clenched, making even breathing difficult.
No matter how oblivious he had been before, now he couldn't possibly be unaware.
Who was Zhou Jingwei?
Superficially casual but essentially indifferent.
How could he possibly bring a woman back to his place?
Zhao Hanchen's breaths grew heavy, and suddenly he laughed coldly, "Asleep? Why is she sleeping at your place?"
Seeing that Zhou Jingwei didn't respond, his rage intensified, "Zhou Jingwei, I'm asking you what you mean by taking Cheng Weiyue back to your place! Speak!"
