Cheng Zhiwei glanced over indifferently, then returned to the car with Lin Yu. Lin Yu sighed, "Why did you stop me? I was all prepared. Even if Ah Lin was here, I must have sent her away."
Cheng Zhiwei tilted her head and rested it on Lin Yu's shoulder, "Thank you."
For caring so much about her affairs.
Lin Yu, who had been about to reproach her, couldn't bring himself to speak, "Zhiwei, it's been tough for you."
"I'm quite alright." Cheng Zhiwei's voice was clear and slow, methodical, "The injuries on my body were caused by the car accident at North-South Bridge last time, Zhou Lin didn't abuse me."
She chose to clarify things, to put Lin Yu's mind at ease.
Lin Yu was surprised, "He didn't hit you?"
She didn't want Zhou Lin to be labeled as an abuser either, but the injuries on Cheng Zhiwei's body looked so much like they were caused by beating.
Now that Cheng Zhiwei said so, she was relieved.