"Zhou Lin, if you don't like her and she no longer likes you, why not simply divorce and hand her over to someone who can take care of her." Meng Qiancheng looked inside, where Cheng Zhiwei, due to the pain, clenched her teeth and curled forward in agony.
Zhou Lin let out a sneer that seemed like a laugh but wasn't, "Doctor Meng's love is as deep as the sea, yet from what I understand, you always manage to appear very quickly at her side whenever she's in trouble, but always a step too late. Is it really just being late, or is it intentional so that she ends up covered in bruises?"
Gazes locked, sparks flew.
But no one spoke again.
Cheng Zhiwei's foot injury was quite serious, and it was only after an x-ray confirmed there were no issues with her bones that the doctor allowed her to go home.
This time, Zhou Lin went in first, directly carrying her out. Passing by Meng Qiancheng, he paused, "Meng Qiancheng, you better watch yourself."
