He Ye didn't believe it.
He couldn't believe that Cheng Zhiwei would reconcile with Zhou Lin; she wasn't the type to return to a past relationship.
His throat was so dry it hurt, and He Ye felt extremely uncomfortable.
He took a few steps forward, wanting to pull Cheng Zhiwei aside, he wanted to talk to Cheng Zhiwei alone.
But just as he reached out his hand, Zhou Lin pushed it away.
Darkness spread from the bottom of his eyes, Zhou Lin's face was expressionless, and he stood entirely in front of Cheng Zhiwei.
He Ye's expression momentarily turned fierce and gloomy, "Zhou Lin, you have no right to control her."
"Do you have the right?" Zhou Lin sneered, his harsh, merciless words flowed effortlessly, "A loser who can't even propose properly?"
He Ye's face turned pale; Zhou Lin was stating the facts.
He had been overjoyed about proposing, but he ended up making Cheng Zhiwei a laughingstock.
He indeed was a loser.
But even as a loser, his heart was true.