Cheng Zhiwei raised her hand and splashed a whole cup of water on Zhou Lin's face.
Fortunately, the water was only warm, but it was enough to startle Secretary Zhang, who had just come in.
"President Zhou,"
Zhou Lin closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his eyes were as dark as ink.
"Pour another cup of water," Zhou Lin ordered, his voice icy.
Secretary Zhang brought in some hot water again and also brought some tissues for Zhou Lin.
Zhou Lin methodically wiped his face and nodded his chin, "I said, finish the hot water, and then I will let them in."
In Cheng Zhiwei's eyes, that was unbearably cold.
Cheng Zhiwei's fingers clenched white, hatred clearly evident on her face, "Zhou Lin, what right do you have to not let them in? That is my child."
With the last word spoken, her taut nerves snapped.
Tears fell heavily.
She truly could not imagine that she still had a child, and that child was now missing, unaware of the hardships they were facing.
