Lin Cheng repeated those two words, "deep connection," several times. Then he suddenly remembered how Han Zhifan had frequently been interacting with Cheng Weiwan lately.
All of a sudden, it looked like something had clicked for him. He raised his head and looked over at Han Zhifan. "Is it her?"
Even though Lin Sheng didn't say a name, Han Zhifan knew who he was referring to. His fingers couldn't help but tremble.
All his subtle movements fell into Lin Sheng's line of sight.
Lin Sheng knew he had guessed right. "It really is her."
"She has depression? Or some other mental illness?"
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
"By this, you want to help her get well?"
Lin Sheng asked quite a few questions, but Han Zhifan only quietly smoked his cigarette without reacting at all.
Lin Sheng also stopped and didn't say anything.
Silence enveloped the office.
