Cheng Zhiwei was forced to have lunch with Zhou Lin at a restaurant near the company, choosing a secluded spot.
When Zhou Lin ordered, he did so according to Cheng Zhiwei's taste preferences.
Listening to the names of the dishes, Cheng Zhiwei thought for a moment. In fact, she couldn't remember what Zhou Lin liked to eat anymore, so she simply stayed silent and let Zhou Lin make all the arrangements.
Half an hour later, amid the melodious music, Zhou Lin put down his chopsticks, his stern features softened with a faint coolness, "Why did you suddenly come over?"
Cheng Zhiwei's chopsticks paused. Although he had been considerate in every aspect for the past three months, and his tone was always gentle when he spoke, she always felt that something was missing.
Just like now, his demeanor was flawlessly perfect, gentle and considerate, yet it still lacked a certain feeling.
She looked down at the rice in her bowl, "What is your relationship with Seo Zhenzhen?"
