Cheng Zhiwei's body was stiff, and leaning tightly against Zhou Lin's chest made her particularly uncomfortable, so she subconsciously wanted to distance herself.
But as soon as she moved, Zhou Lin's arm forcefully pulled her back, the grip was exceptionally strong, encircling her completely. Her slender waist was only as wide as his arm, and the force made her press even closer against Zhou Lin.
Cheng Zhiwei resisted, trying to push him away, but even her hands were trapped by his arms, making it difficult to pull away.
She was very annoyed, "Let go."
The man in the floral shirt recognized Zhou Lin and spoke flippantly, "Is Young President Zhou also interested in this woman?"
Zhou Lin gave him a cold sideways glance, and the man in the floral shirt said with a chuckle, "Since Young President Zhou is interested, naturally, I can let her go." He shook the car keys in his hand, walked up to Cheng Zhiwei, and provocatively hung the car keys on the fabric at her chest.
