"It's okay, it was me who dragged you down."
Zhiwei Cheng gave a bitter smile. If it hadn't been for Mingzhu He, He Ye could have followed his plan and developed his career in Yucheng, but now his studio was gone.
Being with her marked the beginning of his misfortune.
His first studio had collapsed, and now, history repeated itself.
Cheng Zhiwei leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
"Zhiwei, I will come back as soon as possible," He Ye promised solemnly. "Stay at home during this time, don't go anywhere, just wait for me."
"Senior." Zhiwei Cheng clenched her fingers, her eyes still closed, as if only in this way could she steel her heart to say what she must.
"Zhiwei, I've contacted someone. I can take a flight back to the country tomorrow," He Ye continued to comfort her.
His sincere emotions were heart-wrenching yet powerless.
"Senior, is Wen Yi the marriage partner arranged for you by He family?" She forced her voice to sound cold and heartless, blaming him.