Cheng Zhiwei was still holding on to some anger, as yesterday he had made her wait for many hours.
So, without even looking up, she asked in a flat tone, "Is there something?"
Wang Mei had already prepared breakfast for Cheng Zhiwei, and seeing Zhou Lin in the living room, she expressed her surprise, "Young master, you look pale. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Only then did Cheng Zhiwei shift her gaze from the TV to Zhou Lin's face and noticed he looked very tired, his hair a disheveled mess, as if he had suffered some kind of blow.
But that had nothing to do with her, so Cheng Zhiwei lowered her head again, put down the remote, and turned to ask Wang Mei, "Is my breakfast ready?"
"Yes, it's ready to eat. And so is Miss Zhiyin's, I've already arranged for the driver to deliver it," Wang Mei reassured Cheng Zhiwei.
