"You don't need to know." Zheng Heng's voice was level. As he spoke, his brows and eyes were calm, a rare serious disposition. He looked at Jiang Tan, "Jiang Tan, I'm doing this for your sake. While Yinghuai is still sane, I must do something."
Reason.
So in Zheng Heng's eyes, everything that had happened between Zhou Yinghuai and herself was almost out of reason.
It appears that even such level of indulgence, in other's eyes, was already seen as a great favor.
Who was Zhou Yinghuai? A man of gold and jade, a high-born young master.
She had indeed aspired too high.
Jiang Tan's phone vibrated in her hand, showing a call from Zhou Yinghuai.
Jiang Tan wanted to answer, but Zheng Heng snatched it and hung up directly.
"Jiang Tan, I must deal with you today!" Zheng Heng's eyes held resolute determination that was terrifying.
He looked at Jiang Tan, each word piercing and firm, "You should never have stayed by Yinghuai's side, you have influenced him too much."
