Cheng Zhiwei left the hospital, only to find Zhou Lin was still in the parking lot when she got there.
As she opened the car door, she saw his stern profile, head bowed, looking at his phone.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she got into the car.
Neither of them spoke a word.
Back home, Wang Mei had already prepared dinner. Cheng Zhiwei ate a few bites and then stopped, about to head upstairs, when Zhou Lin suddenly said, "Do you really not want to sit and have a meal with me?"
"No, I'm full," Cheng Zhiwei turned her head, offering a light explanation.
The dishes on the table were mostly Cheng Zhiwei's favorites, made by Wang Mei who noticed her poor appetite these past days; there were hardly any dishes to Zhou Lin's taste.
"You just picking at your food like that, looks like your taste really has changed," Zhou Lin sneered, his words carrying a double meaning.
