"I'm not clear about the young master's situation, but I think, once he gets a bit better, he will definitely want you to visit him," Wang Mei dared not say much, only making up a reason along the lines of Cheng Zhiwei's words.
Cheng Zhiwei felt a bit sad, bowed her head, sighed, and said with a downcast tone, "I know, but I just want to see how he is doing now. Has Auntie mentioned that he often has nightmares?"
"It's… it's okay."
Cheng Zhiwei looked at Wang Mei; she felt that Wang Mei was not telling the truth, but since she was not acquainted with her, she didn't feel it was right to probe further and thus fell silent.
After changing clothes, the two of them went downstairs together.
Downstairs, Zhou Lin was on the phone with someone, his expression somewhat gloomy.
Cheng Zhiwei lowered her head and hurried past him as if she feared his anger might spill over to her.
Zhou Lin saw her and softened his tone, then hung up the phone.
