Zhou Lin didn't know why, but Meng Qiancheng felt a sense of panic rising from the depths of his heart when she looked at him with such eyes. He said somewhat anxiously, "Weiwei, if you have something you want to tell me, don't worry, I'm willing to tell you anything."
Willing to say anything? Cheng Zhiwei looked at him, her lips forced into a slight smile, bitter and astringent.
"Brother Qiancheng, what is your relationship with Seo Zhenzhen?" Cheng Zhiwei asked directly, her gaze meeting Meng Qiancheng's as she watched his expression shift from composed to slightly panicked.
That was guilt.
Meng Qiancheng hesitated for a few seconds before replying slowly, "What kind of relationship can I have with Seo Zhenzhen? We haven't been in contact for years."
Cheng Zhiwei's eyes dropped, her disappointment tightening by degrees.
She had anticipated such an answer, yet hearing Meng Qiancheng say it still made her sad.
"Weiwei."
