It was only after she saw Zhou Jingwei clutching Zhao Hanchen's collar that she hurried over, her voice tinged with the verge of tears, exceptionally heart-wrenching.
Her trembling voice said, "Zhou Jingwei, don't hurt Hanchen!"
Cheng Weiyue's bloodshot eyes stung his heart, and an indescribable heartache surged within him.
Zhou Jingwei's lips were tightly pressed, but he still gradually loosened his grip.
Zhao Hanchen slowly straightened his collar, eyes downcast, falling on Cheng Weiyue's pale face. He gripped her shoulder and drew her towards him. Leaning in, his voice deep and stern, brushed past her ear as he spoke in cold, light tones, "Say goodbye to Zhou Jingwei."
In fact, it was a slightly commanding tone, but infused with an intimate murmur that left one breathless with suffocation.
The atmosphere in the hall was deathly still and awkward. Cheng Weiyue's lips were trembling. Clenching her fists, she steadied her voice and said softly, "Mr. Zhou, goodbye."
