A pleading sound escaped Cheng Weiwan's throat. "Can I just sneak a quick peek? Just one..."
Her careful and cautious words ignited a familiar sense of frustration Han Zhifan felt last night at the Golden Lounge. He instinctively furrowed his brows as a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.
Sensing a change in Han Zhifan's expression, Cheng Weiwan was afraid he would refuse, so before he could speak, she cried, "I promise I won't say anything or do anything. I'll just watch Hanhan from afar. Okay?"
She spoke softly, but Han Zhifan perceived her request to be incredibly noisy as he listened with a growing rage. Then he interrupted her with a furious voice. "Quit dreaming!"
Cheng Weiwan appeared frightened by the violent tone in his voice as she instantly fell silent.
A wall of silence engulfed the study.
