Zhou Jingwei's hand holding the phone tightened, he could tell something was wrong with Cheng Weiyue's emotions.
He was afraid of upsetting her further, his voice gentle as he spoke, "Don't cry for now, Yueyue, where are you? I'll come to pick you up right now, okay?"
Cheng Weiyue sniffed, saying, "I'm at the police station."
When Zhou Jingwei arrived, Xu Manyan was scoffing at Cheng Weiyue with cold sarcasm, "Hanging up the phone and changing your face, Cheng Weiyue, you're really good at pretending."
The sharpness of the words and the unfriendliness of the tone were as clear as day.
Cheng Weiyue was just staring blankly at the cup in front of her; after all, she was in the police station and did not want to make a scene.
But for Zhou Jingwei, who overheard from afar, the feelings were entirely different.
