It was as if she had suddenly learned a terrifying truth, Cheng Zhiwei's expression slowly became downcast, her complexion somewhat pale.
"Is it because of Seo Zhenzhen?" she asked softly.
"Zhiwei," Zhou Lin's heart was gripped, that panic once again seizing his nerves, had she remembered it?
Cheng Zhiwei took a deep breath and said indifferently, "I don't want to argue with you, but you should sleep in the guest room tonight."
She paused, "I can go too."
Anyway, she didn't want to see him.
"I'll go." Zhou Lin rubbed her hair, "I have some things to take care of anyway, and it will be late, you sleep first."
He didn't offer a single defense against Cheng Zhiwei's suspicions.
Perhaps because it was the truth, and there was no way to defend it.
Cheng Zhiwei closed the bedroom door, stood with her back against the door for a while, she had known those things for a long time, but as she suffered, he shouldn't expect to have it easy either.
