His eyes were glaring at Zhao Ximo, each word punctuated deliberately, "No matter where, north, south, east, or west, I will find her and bring her back!"
When Wei Tingyao and Zhou Jingwei left, Zhao Ximo was still sitting on the floor, motionless.
The sudden departure of Sang Wanting had dealt him a heavy blow, and he might remain downcast for some time.
Outside, snowflakes were falling steadily. Zhou Jingwei sat in the driver's seat, absentmindedly tapping the edge of the window. He glanced at Wei Tingyao, who was smoking, and said, "This is the last reminder, don't smoke in my car in the future."
"Isn't your wife Cheng Weiyue filming in the North Suburb? It's just you and me, what's wrong with smoking a cigarette?"
Wei Tingyao said nonchalantly and then, with a hint of disdain, looked at Zhou Jingwei, "You'll be under the thumb of your wife in the future for sure."
"Is that a bad thing?" Zhou Jingwei's lips curled into a lazy smile, "I think it's quite good."
