Cheng Zhiwei pursed her lips and still moved back slightly, but the movement wasn't significant. She stealthily looked up at Wang Mei, feeling the gentle aura emanating from this person, that type of pure kindness made her want to get closer.
Her subconscious was telling her this was a good person.
Under Wang Mei's tender guidance, Cheng Zhiwei gradually calmed down, tentatively reaching out to hold Wang Mei's hand.
"There, there, Miss Zhiwei is such a good girl," Wang Mei soothed slowly, helping Cheng Zhiwei to sit by the bed.
As Cheng Zhiwei passed by Zhou Lin, she clutched the script in her arms even tighter.
Clearly, she was afraid that Zhou Lin would snatch it away.
Lin Yu said in a deep voice, "Come out with me."
As soon as they were outside, Lin Yu questioned in a burst of anger, "What exactly is going on with you? You know full well that Zhiwei is not in good health, yet you still provoke her."
"Her throat is hoarse," Zhou Lin frowned.
