Cheng Zhiwei didn't sleep at all last night.
She had learned some things from Cheng Shang but had no idea the truth was so unbearable.
Yu Man had entrusted her to the Cheng Family before jumping to her death, and the entire Wen Family had fled abroad.
The birth owed to Yu Man, the upbringing owed to the Cheng Family, what did it have to do with the Wen Family?
And Zhou Lin, without her permission, had gone ahead and conducted a paternity test—did he think he understood her that well?
The more she thought about it, the heavier her chest felt.
At ten o'clock, Zhou Lin put the two children to bed and came to knock on her door.
Cheng Zhiwei pulled the covers over her head, pretending not to hear.
It was unknown how much time had passed when the door lock clicked open.
Cheng Zhiwei abruptly sat up in bed and saw Zhou Lin's figure.
He said to the person behind him, "That will be all, you can go back."
"Okay, President Zhou."
