Seo Zhenzhen had been observing Cheng Zhiwei through the rearview mirror. Logically, upon seeing her, Cheng Zhiwei should have been furious, or at the very least, should not have appeared as composed as she did now, having even agreed to take her home while they were in the room.
She couldn't help but glance at Zhou Lin, noticing his cold, hard profile with its clearly defined angles, utterly indifferent.
She couldn't help but clench her hands, pressing all her emotions deep inside, silently reminding herself to be patient.
Cheng Zhiwei was aware of Seo Zhenzhen's gaze but didn't take it to heart, her demeanor remaining indifferent.
To Seo Zhenzhen, that indifference seemed like glaring mockery. Hatred surged in her heart, yet her face bore a smile. When getting out of the car, she said, "Thank you for the ride home."
As she spoke, she sighed, "Zhiwei, I thought you would never forgive me."
