Chapter 32 A Heart With A Thousand Wounds Still Hurts
He Ye responded with an indifferent tone, "Zhiwei is my friend, and when she's been framed, of course I'll help her. I'm not like Young President Zhou, who has such self-control that he can watch his wife get slandered without caring, even going so far as to cover for the real culprit behind the scenes."
A sense of tension suddenly filled the entire room.
Zhou Lin pursed his lips unconcernedly, his tone both arrogant and contemptuous, "What a pity, Mr. He, you're nothing but warm-hearted."
The implication was clear: He Ye lacked the capability to resolve the issue for Cheng Zhiwei.
He Ye's gentle laugh, not taking Zhou Lin's sarcasm to heart, resonated lightly, "So what? Doing one's best is better than coldly standing by and watching with indifference."
"Does Mr. He think his business is going too smoothly?" Zhou Lin sneered coldly, showing no ounce of respect for He Ye.