"Let's follow my fiancée's wish. Please pull up the surveillance footage without missing anything. I want my fiancée to take a good look," Zhou Jingwei said slowly.
The hospital director was somewhat surprised.
He knew that the man before him was both powerful and deeply in love with his wife.
"Are you sure you don't want me to get a staff member to help your fiancée review it?" the director asked uncertainly.
"No need." Under the conference table, Zhou Jingwei took Cheng Weiyue's hand into his own. His body temperature was warm, and the faint scent of agarwood lingered on his fingertips, transferring onto Cheng Weiyue's hands. She heard him say, "I respect all of my wife's decisions."
With those words, the director had nothing more to say. He pondered for a moment and then spoke, "Please take a break. I will have someone bring the surveillance footage right away."
Cheng Weiyue expressed her thanks.
That night, the temperature in Xuancheng turned increasingly cold.
