"Weiwei," Meng Qiancheng stood beside her and spoke softly, "I'll take you to your sister's place."
Zhou Lin decisively grabbed Cheng Zhiwei, ready to leave.
Meng Qiancheng curled his lips mockingly, "Zhou Lin, can't you just stop deceiving yourself? You had the police bring Zhiwei here, isn't it because you think Zhiwei pushed Bai Zhuzhu?"
"Meng Qiancheng, shut up," Zhou Lin's sharp gaze fiercely looked towards Meng Qiancheng, "You have no right to speak here."
He became angry.
The next second, his hand was thrown off by Cheng Zhiwei, who stepped back a few steps to Meng Qiancheng's side and looked at Zhou Lin indifferently, "I'm going to my sister's home."
"Cheng Zhiwei," Zhou Lin stepped forward.
"Zhou Lin, didn't you hear? She doesn't want to go with you," Meng Qiancheng stepped forward, unyielding, blocking Zhou Lin's way, invisible sparks flying between them.
