Meng Qiancheng didn't want to waste time here and headed toward the ward.
Zhou Lin simply signaled with his eyes, and immediately two bodyguards blocked the door.
Meng Qiancheng turned his head in anger, his eyes narrowing, and said in a cold voice, "Zhou Lin, what else do you want to do to her? Do you really want to drive her to death?"
Zhou Lin walked over at a leisurely pace. Lin Yu frowned and reached out to stop him, "Zhou Lin, that's enough."
Zhou Lin looked at Lin Yu, somewhat surprised, and spoke in a measured tone, "Do you also think he should take Cheng Zhiwei away?"
Lin Yu looked at him indifferently, "Stop fighting."
Even though Zhou Lin was in the wrong, she wouldn't tear down her own son's facade at this moment.
Zhou Lin stood still, his tall figure naturally relaxing, all emotions retreating from his stern handsome face, "Meng Qiancheng, Cheng Zhiwei is still my wife for now, and I am in charge of her treatment."
