If it was before, as soon as Zhou Lin's gaze lingered on Cheng Zhiwei for more than three seconds, she would have immediately noticed and then looked up to give him a sweet smile, brighter than the sunshine.
With a deliberate eagerness to please and cautiousness.
But now...
Zhou Lin felt a wave of irritability in his chest, he had merely used Meng Qiancheng to threaten her a bit, and he hadn't actually done anything to Meng Qiancheng, yet she bore a look of dejection.
Moreover, Meng Qiancheng wasn't exactly a good person, was he really worth her acting like she was on the verge of death?
The more he thought like this, the less he could bear seeing Cheng Zhiwei like that, his thin lips pressed together tightly as he strode over, his footsteps echoing distinctly in the quiet living room.
Cheng Zhiwei didn't even lift her eyes.
