For Cheng Zhiwei, seeing Zhou Lin was not a happy occasion.
So she just looked straight ahead, pretending not to hear.
When she had returned to Yucheng, she could still stay rational, thinking that Yucheng was so small, where one could hardly avoid running into others, there was no need to act like enemies.
After all, they had a child, so it was inevitable for them to see each other.
Maintaining a proper distance was enough.
However, Zhou Lin was just crazy. Even now, he still entertained the notions of a perfect family with children.
As if she, Cheng Zhiwei, had no temper at all.
"Even a dinner costs you money, and you fancy such a man? Has your taste worsened that much?" Zhou Lin was holding back his frustration, his words sharp and full of scorn.
Only then did Cheng Zhiwei look up at him, "That's my business, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Zhiwei."
"Did you not already know that I have poor taste? Otherwise, I wouldn't have fallen for you in the first place."
