On the return trip, Zhou Mingchen was silent all the way.
"President Zhou, are you really okay with just leaving like this? Aren't you worried about Miss Lin and Mr. Lu encountering some kind of problem?" Qiu Cheng became concerned as he remained silent.
Zhou Mingchen rested his forehead on one hand, his head lowered, his upper and lower eyelids nearly touching, a very tired look on his face.
"What could happen to them, could they break up or something?"
Qiu Cheng glanced at him through the rearview mirror, trying to guess what he was thinking.
"President Zhou, do you hope that they break up or not?"
Zhou Mingchen leaned his head back against the seat, completely closing his eyes, his voice weary, "Does what I hope for matter? Anyway, they have nothing to do with me now."
"But…" Qiu Cheng puzzled, "President Zhou, this doesn't seem in line with your initial plan."
