Cheng Zhiwei didn't even glance at Zhou Lin as she threw back the covers and got off the bed.
Watching her put on her shoes and head for the door, Zhou Lin pulled her back, "Where are you going?"
Cheng Zhiwei shook off his hand, "It's none of your business."
It was complete, unabashed disgust, not even worth a second glance from her.
She didn't wish to say another word.
"Cheng Zhiwei, what's wrong with you now? Don't you want your parents to come back?" Zhou Lin really couldn't understand. She had just been begging him to help her parents, and now that she had woken up, she had completely changed her attitude; her personality was truly odd.
Cheng Zhiwei stopped in her tracks, turned her head, her black hair swinging in a detached, resolute arc through the air, her dark eyes half fixed on him, half on the ground. Her slender lashes covered all the emotions in her eyes.
She turned to ask Wang Mei, "How long was I unconscious?"
