Cheng Zhiwei met his gaze, her heart "thumping" suddenly, water droplets trembled on her eyelashes, like her lifted heart, wanting to fall but not falling.
"I already said, I'm not feeling well, I can't eat." She explained, and was also telling Zhou Lin that her vomiting was because he had forced her.
She didn't mean to do it on purpose.
"Young Master." Wang Mei, concerned, wanted to persuade him.
"Get out." Zhou Lin turned his head and snapped coldly at Wang Mei.
Wang Mei was stunned for a moment, could only leave, but still worried, stayed nearby to watch.
Zhou Lin walked up to Cheng Zhiwei, his eyes filled with anger as he stared at her for a long time, then he opened his mouth to say disdainfully and darkly, "Cheng Zhiwei, is this your idea of being obedient? Do you think my patience is limited, or do you think my mother will protect you, so you can act recklessly?"
Cheng Zhiwei's eyes were still filled with mist, her cheeks pale as paper, her gaze a bit scattered.
