"I've looked into your background," Zhou Jingwei's casual voice came through the handset, stimulating Jiang Jinran's eardrums as he heard Zhou Jingwei say, "Mr. Jiang and my fiancée have a deep childhood friendship. I feel relieved that you can take care of her abroad."
"Relieved?" Jiang Jinran retorted, obviously skeptical, "If you're relieved, why call me in such a hurry?"
"I feel relieved about Weiyue, she's a very innocent girl, and your affection for her is friendship, so I'm relieved," Zhou Jingwei paused, his tone shifting, "What I'm not relieved about is you."
"You're afraid I'll pursue Cheng Weiyue?" Jiang Jinran narrowed his eyes.
Zhou Jingwei watched Jiang Jinran's tense form on the monitor, and let out a disdainful chuckle, "You seem to think too highly of yourself."
The knuckles of the hand holding the phone whitened with the force of his grip.
He laughed coldly, his tone becoming even more frosty, "Then what are you not relieved about?"
