Cheng Zhiwei's eyes felt dry, her fingernails digging into her palms. She dragged her left foot, turned her head, and walked out.
She'd barely taken a step before Zhou Lin pushed her back down, his emotionless face becoming anxious, "Cheng Zhiwei, do you not want your foot anymore?"
Cheng Zhiwei forcefully pried off his hand, "It has nothing to do with you."
"Cheng Zhiwei, I will make He Lanzhi apologize to you, compensate you. Whatever demands you make, I'll ensure they're met to the best of his ability," Zhou Lin gripped her wrist, "I promise, such an incident won't happen again."
Cheng Zhiwei didn't want to listen to this. She pulled her hand back and stubbornly stood up again. She had a recording and didn't need to ask Zhou Lin for anything.
Zhou Lin's face darkened, and he picked her up with a decisive force, carrying her upstairs into the master bedroom. His grip was as firm as iron, and she couldn't escape.
Her voice changed with anger, "Zhou Lin, let me go."
