Zhou Ziwei had been rudely woken up early in the morning by Jiang Chuchu, and he was already in a foul mood. Hearing her say that only made him seethe with rage.
He reached out with a large hand, gripping Jiang Chuchu's chin tightly.
"Do you think someone like you is worthy of the Prince lifting a finger to help you? Jiang Chuchu, are you dreaming?"
Tears streaked down Jiang Chuchu's face. Over the years, she had deceived countless men by acting coquettishly, being cute, and playing the victim.
But someone as shrewd as Zhou Ziwei would naturally not be fooled by her convincing acting.
"President Zhou... even if you don't look at anything else, I'm still someone who came from Qingguo Qingcheng..."
Zhou Ziwei let go of her chin with disgust and wiped his hands with a tissue.