Cheng Zhiwei couldn't contain her snicker.
Zhou Lin's face grew even darker, and after giving her a deep look, he swore, "Scram."
Wu Chengshuang immediately scurried away with alacrity.
Cheng Zhiwei laughed even louder, her whole body was tilted, leaning limply against the car, "How interesting, even though I'm your wife, I'm treated as someone you're trying to exploit. Young President Zhou really has a way."
Zhou Lin frowned and strode over, grabbed her wrist, and pinned her against the car body, almost gnashing his teeth as he coldly sneered, "Cheng Zhiwei, it's all your own doing, asking for humiliation like this."
Cheng Zhiwei looked at the handsome face so close to hers, her vision blurred with intoxication. She reached out to hook his neck, pulling him closer to her, "Zhou Lin, what are you doing here?"
She was dizzy and lacked any real sense of judgment.
