Wang Mei's expression became blank. She glanced at Zhou Lin and then turned to Cheng Zhiwei, "Young Madam, don't you recognize him?"
"He's just a bodyguard. Why should I recognize him?" thought Cheng Zhiwei. She asked another question, "Aunt Wang, do you know him? If he lets go now and lets me leave, I won't actually sue."
A snowflake fell from the dim sky, landing on Cheng Zhiwei's nose and quickly melted into a spot of moisture.
Soon, more snowflakes fell, connecting the whole world and separating everyone's expressions.
Cheng Zhiwei's black and white eyes held anger, urgency, and unfamiliarity.
Zhou Lin unconsciously let go, his face expressionless but his taut jaw revealing his extreme unease.
For he clearly saw all the emotions in Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, but hatred was conspicuously absent.
He unconsciously raised his voice, his tone becoming cold and sharp, "Cheng Zhiwei, are you playing the amnesia card now?"
