The truth was so simple; Cheng Zhiwei lowered her eyes, silently supporting Meng Qiancheng's arm, limping with searing pain as she walked inside.
As for how to enter their private room and get He Lanzhi to tell the truth, Meng Qiancheng said he would take care of it.
In fact, no matter what Meng Qiancheng's arrangements were, Cheng Zhiwei didn't need them because just as she passed around the corner, she saw Zhou Lin, He Lanzhi, and Seo Zhenzhen in the corridor.
The fifth floor of the bar, with its VIP exclusive boxes, often served as He Lanzhi's personal space.
Like now, when the day hadn't yet fully darkened and there weren't many customers; the fifth floor was even emptier, rendering the whole corridor desolate.
Zhou Lin lit a cigarette; tiny sparks flickered in the soft lighting. His black trench coat made his figure appear especially tall and straight as he leaned against the wall, appearing lazy and casual.
His gaze was downcast, his thoughts a mystery.
