"But we were talking about matters concerning the project, which are very important and should remain confidential," He Mingzhu maintained her smile with effort,
her fingers curling fiercely into her palm.
If she weren't afraid of Zhou Lin seeing something amiss, her glare would have already flown towards Cheng Zhiwei.
Cheng Zhiwei had originally wanted to leave, as she couldn't be bothered to listen to their project talk.
But since Zhou Lin had said as much, and He Mingzhu's expression was so interesting,
she decided not to leave.
With slight steps, Cheng Zhiwei walked over to the sofa and sat down, her tone indifferent, "You guys chat, I won't disturb you."
He Mingzhu's expression froze—she really dared to stay?
Zhou Lin was in a good mood, so much so that his impatience with He Mingzhu disappeared, "If there's anything, just tell me."