He never intended to harm her, yet everything he did was hurting her.
Compared to Zhou Lin, Meng Qiancheng was even more sinister and ruthless.
Cheng Zhiwei remained silent, and Meng Qiancheng softened his tone, affectionately saying, "Weiwei, as long as you turn back, I'll let bygones be bygones. I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you."
As he spoke with emotion, he grabbed Cheng Zhiwei's hand that was on the table.
The next second, Cheng Zhiwei had broken free.
Meng Qiancheng's gaze darkened.
"I have already left Yucheng, whatever happens between you two is no concern of mine." Cheng Zhiwei stood up, looking at Meng Qiancheng with disgust, "Whether it's you or Zhou Lin, stop coming after me."
"What about Auntie Lin, don't you care about her either?" Meng Qiancheng asked maliciously.
Cheng Zhiwei paused, her back to him, "She is your mother, it's not my place to interfere with whatever you do to her."
She quickly walked away.