"Although we're in the cooling-off period before divorce, we're not divorced yet, Cheng Zhiwei," he said sarcastically. "You and Meng Qiancheng had better restrain yourselves, or else you'll be accused of infidelity before the divorce is even finalized."
"You..." Meng Qiancheng was so angry he was beside himself. Zhou Lin's words were really venomous, making one want to punch him.
"Dinner's almost ready, come in and sit down," said Cheng Zhiyin as she came out of the living room, looking at the three people at the door. She looked at Cheng Zhiwei disapprovingly, "What are you doing blocking the doorway? Young President Zhou is a guest, how can you behave like this?"
With that one sentence, Zhou Lin's position was made crystal clear.
Cheng Zhiwei thought about it and then graciously smiled at Zhou Lin, "Please, Young President Zhou."
A trace of triumph appeared on Meng Qiancheng's face immediately.
Zhou Lin raised his eyebrows slightly, walking in calmly and collectedly.
