The situation had turned quite serious by now, and despite Zhou Lin deploying his PR team to go all-out on damage control, the effect was still far from satisfactory.
After all, Zhou Jinzhong's people were here waiting.
When Zhou Lin got home at eight o'clock in the evening, his brows were deeply furrowed with exhaustion. Seeing Wang Mei was still in the kitchen, he asked, "Where is she?"
With a sigh of concern, Wang Mei said, "Upstairs, she's been in her room all day, hasn't eaten much. I wrapped some wontons, please go upstairs and ask the Young Madam to come down and eat a bit."
"Hmm."
Zhou Lin went upstairs and saw Cheng Zhiwei curled up in the lounge chair, cradling her cheek as she stared out the window where the autumn rain drizzled down, leaving streaks upon the glass.
Her black hair draped over her shoulders, part of it falling down and covering her cheeks.
Zhou Lin approached her and gently touched her hand.
