Cheng Zhiwei's question went unanswered by Secretary Zhang, who could only say, "Young President Zhou went to a meeting early in the morning, and doesn't know about this matter."
"He saved me, and I am grateful, but that is a separate issue, Secretary Zhang. Thank you for telling me all this, but I have to leave now for another matter." Cheng Zhiwei turned and entered the elevator.
Zhou Lin didn't know at first, and he still doesn't know now?
It's merely retaliation against her.
Secretary Zhang could only sigh deeply.
The gap formed by such a deep misunderstanding truly can't be mended with just a few words or gestures.
Madam, I've done my best.
At the parking lot, He Ye saw that Cheng Zhiwei's complexion wasn't good and asked, "What was said?"
Cheng Zhiwei gazed downwards at her own fingers with a wry smile, "That night, it was Zhou Lin who took me home."
He Ye's grasp on the steering wheel tightened, equally surprised, "It was him?"
