Oh, President Zhou is angry. Shen Jing felt a twinge of doubt. He really cared that much, huh?
What did Zhou Luchen care about? He cared about Shen Jing's powerlessness, about her seemingly indifferent laxity. He's just a glutton for punishment. After all, once he let go, Shen Jing would never look back. If not her close childhood friend, then some other man would cherish her and take her away.
Shen Jing turned her back to Zhou Luchen, staring quietly at the heavy rain outside the glass window. "No way, it's normal for your father to dislike me. In terms of social status, the gap between us is indeed very big, and I never pressured you to marry me." Shen Jing really didn't realize she had said it twice, and with the same meaning.
Zhou Luchen's gaze grew a few shades darker. "What's this about 'lasting and 22'? You don't want it anymore?"
