Compensation?
Cheng Zhiwei looked at Seo Zhenzhen with a hint of irony, what had she done wrong three years ago?
Why should there be any compensation.
"I do not agree," Cheng Zhiwei coldly threw out four words.
If it had been her choice to scheme and become intimate with Zhou Lin, she should feel guilty, she should blame herself, perhaps even repent for it the rest of her life. But it was not done by her own volition.
So, when Seo Zhenzhen talked about compensation, Cheng Zhiwei did not acknowledge these two words.
Seo Zhenzhen hadn't expected Cheng Zhiwei's refusal to be so straightforward, she was stunned for a moment; her emotions visibly dropped. "Zhiwei, I have only one sister, and she has hurt you. I apologize to you, but what malicious thoughts does she have? She is just upset because I can't stand up anymore."
Her gentlest tone tortured Cheng Zhiwei's nerves.
In everyone's words, she, Cheng Zhiwei, was the culprit, the root cause of all this.
