Wei Maopeng cried as though he had been utterly abandoned.
At the sound, Zhou Yuanlin sauntered over with one hand in his pocket and leaned against the railing. He lifted his chin with a smile. "Louder."
Instead, Wei Maopeng choked back a sob.
What a disgrace. Zhou Yuanlin's eyes were ice-cold. Back then, Ning Sixian had barely managed to stop at the foot of the mountain. When he climbed out of the car, his head was covered in blood and he was limping on one leg, frightening everyone into a cold sweat. Had Wei Maopeng cried like this then?
He seemed withdrawn and reserved, as though he wouldn't dare do anything, but selfishness was carved into his very bones.
"Let's go," Feng Yueshan called.
They left Wei Maopeng alone, only to run into the Wei family just outside the terrace.
Zhou Yuanlin clenched his back teeth.
Without giving the Wei family a chance to speak, the group walked out through the main entrance.
"Boss, Yang Bin has gone back to the office. I'll handle the rest of your schedule." Sun Binghe stood tall and trim, his manner easy and composed.
"What are you doing?" Feng Yueshan looked at Zhou Yuanlin, who was hiding behind him, torn between laughter and exasperation. Where had all that swagger gone?
He couldn't muster any. Zhou Yuanlin wasn't exactly embarrassed; he simply remembered what Sun Binghe had said at the dinner table whenever he saw him, and shame flooded every inch of his body.
Shen Lian held back a smile and earnestly tried to think of things that had upset him lately.
Sun Binghe's expression remained unchanged. To him, turning Zhou Yuanlin down was no different from rejecting any other suitor.
Once they were in the car, Shen Lian said to Chu Yilan, "Wasn't today