"Director Zhou, I... I might have caused some trouble..." Qiu Cheng stood in front of Zhou Mingchen's office desk, looking pitiful and hesitant to speak further.
"What trouble?"
Qiu Cheng scratched his head, "The other day, I inadvertently mentioned your past relationship with Miss Lin to Jin Meng. She kept asking, and later pressured me to the extent that I couldn't help but tell her everything about your past, but now that I think about it, she might tell your wife."
"I'm afraid this might cause a misunderstanding between you and your wife, so I thought it would be better to let you know in advance."
Zhou Mingchen looked up at him.
Morning.
Zhou Mingchen had finished breakfast and was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper as usual. He took a sip of coffee, looked down at his watch; it was already past seven-thirty, and there wasn't any sign of movement upstairs.
"Mrs. Zhang, ask the lady to get up."
