"Should I know her?" Gong Chen lifted his tea cup and took a sip, suppressing the discomfort in his body.
"She... a new colleague, specifically asked me to invite you here."
Mentioning Ye Feifei, Lin Zhiyi glanced at the door.
Could the door have been locked by Ye Feifei?
Gong Chen saw through her thoughts and said with a deep voice, "She has a grudge against you."
"Can I say I don't know?"
Lin Zhiyi still felt it was all so inexplicable.
Gong Chen twirled his ring, his brow slightly furrowed, "The one who locked the door must know we're in here."
Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi immediately realized.
She held out her hand to Gong Chen, "Cellphone."
"It got splashed with a glass of wine; it's broken."
"That coincidental?" Lin Zhiyi felt he was doing it on purpose.
"Why don't you search me then?" Gong Chen spread his hands.
Under the light, the blood-red ring was particularly eye-catching.
Next was the wedding ring on his middle finger.