"Young Madam, I know you must feel wronged, but look at President Zhou like this, his wound is still bleeding. If something... if something really happens, what should we do?" Secretary Zhang practically wanted to kneel down to Cheng Zhiwei and beg for mercy.
"If he doesn't want to live, why do you stop him?" Cheng Zhiwei sneered in extreme anger, and a chill seeped through her calm face, "And you've got the wrong person. You should be looking for Seo Zhenzhen, not me."
"Young Madam, Young Madam, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda." Secretary Zhang blocked Cheng Zhiwei's way.
He was very clear that Cheng Zhiwei couldn't leave at this moment; he couldn't persuade Zhou Lin.
"Move." Cheng Zhiwei, lifting her bright eyes, walked straight ahead.
She was sure Secretary Zhang wouldn't dare to truly block her.
