It was late. Lin Zhi was in a daze, completely immersed in her own world. Worried that something might happen to her if left alone, Zhou Congli had no choice but to settle her into one of his apartments. He even had Assistant Zhang buy her some dinner.
He then told her to message him if she needed anything. After a final glance at the figure sitting blankly on the sofa, he turned to leave.
However, Lin Zhi suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt. Pursing her lips, she pleaded, "Could you... not go?" Looking up at him, her small face and wide eyes were filled with helplessness and anxiety.
Zhou Congli was about to refuse when he noticed her slender, pale fingers turning white at the knuckles from gripping so tightly. Her body was trembling slightly.
He fell silent. Thinking he was turning her down, Lin Zhi's eyes immediately reddened. "I—I'm scared."
