He was short on time, so he could only make a phone call to Cheng Weiyue on the road.
How to put it?
Just an afternoon apart, and he already missed her a lot.
Cheng Weiyue stood under the bright moonlight, watching the babbling stream flow past her feet.
She said she was fine, very happy.
But the loneliness in her words was still obvious.
Zhou Jingwei slowed down the car, his fingertips tapping the steering wheel, his voice faint, "Yueyue, why does your voice sound a little unhappy?"
Cheng Weiyue knew, she could never hide her emotions from Zhou Jingwei.
She hung her head, kicking the stones in front of her, and briefly hinted at Li Die's situation.
Zhou Jingwei didn't shy away from the topic, his reply was sharp, he said, "Social distinctions are inevitable."
In the midst of the clamorous insect chirping, Cheng Weiyue suddenly really wanted to ask him, what about you? Zhou Jingwei, what do you plan to do?
