"Impossible..." Cheng Zhiwei murmured in disbelief.
She couldn't accept it.
Her fingers tightly clutched Zhou Lin's clothes as she looked up at him with reddening eyes, "Was it you, was it you who deleted his message?"
Zhou Lin's face darkened, and his large hand gripped Cheng Zhiwei's wrist, trying to control the tumultuous emotions, he said softly, "Cheng Zhiwei, calm down, think about it, the phone has always been in your hands, how could I have deleted it, right?"
"Yes, the phone is with me, but why didn't he show up, he clearly asked me to pick him up." Cheng Zhiwei complained with grievances, "He broke his word."
Zhou Lin pressed his brow, his voice low and gentle as he soothed her, "It's too late, come back with me, I'll have someone look into it for you, okay?"
At this moment, he simply couldn't bring himself to say that it was all Cheng Zhiwei's imagination, that the person didn't exist at all.
He just felt something tearing violently in his heart.
