She looked up hurriedly, her little face turning beet red as she gazed at him.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Cheng Weiyue apologized in a fluster.
"You didn't hurt me. What's wrong? You've been silent the whole way," Zhou Jingwei paused, then stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair, his voice clear and mellow, "What were you so absorbed in talking about?"
Cheng Weiyue snapped back to reality, but it was already too late to hide.
Zhou Jingwei squatted down to pick up her phone and naturally saw the content on the screen.
Cheng Weiyue just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Yet Zhou Jingwei calmly began to read out the message from Li Die, "Take a bath, then come to my bed?"
Cheng Weiyue snatched her phone back, "She's talking nonsense, don't pay attention to her."
Zhou Jingwei's mood, which had been gloomy, suddenly lightened a great deal.
