"Cheng Zhiwei, I'm not an idiot." Zhou Lin helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose, "You can't blame He Lanzhi's matter on Zhenzhen."
In any case, no one should tarnish his moonlight.
Cheng Zhiwei had gotten her final result, and felt that saying anything more was a waste of saliva.
Just as she was ready to lie down, Zhou Lin suddenly reached out, holding her phone that he had previously taken, his tone much softer, "I just deleted a few things, didn't touch anything else."
Cheng Zhiwei was taken aback, her laugh filled with sarcasm, "Should I thank Young President Zhou?"
Zhou Lin placed the phone on the bedside table and straightened up, his tone indifferent, "This was originally your phone, so naturally, I'm giving it back to you."
"No need for that, I don't want someone eavesdropping on my voice all the time." Cheng Zhiwei immediately dunked the phone into a cup of water.
She was not going to want this phone anymore.
