In the room, Cheng Zhiwei grasped Zhou Lin, her face still wet with tears, looking at him in agony, "You're stopping me from going because you know that if I went, those things would be exposed, right?"
Zhou Lin's throat tightened, and he pulled her into his arms to comfort her, "I've already instructed Secretary Zhang to handle it, don't worry."
Cheng Zhiwei thought, how could she not worry, when she felt like a criminal now.
The four words "intentional injury" sounded and immediately made one's conscience uneasy.
"Drink some hot water." Lin Yu brought over a cup of hot water and handed it to Zhou Lin, who then passed it to Cheng Zhiwei, comforting her, "Drink some water and get some good sleep. Don't let your mind wander, okay?"
"Okay." Cheng Zhiwei drank the water and lay down. Within the soft blanket, her limbs stiff, she couldn't feel any warmth.
Zhou Lin touched her hair and then stood up to leave the room.
