"Miss Zhou, we're here!"
"Hmm."
Zhou Zhishan glanced at the café outside the car window: "Brother Wang, Sister Han, I can go in alone, you can wait for me outside."
Zhou Zhishan opened the car door and got out, pushed open the café door and walked in, her eyes scanning the place until she saw Zhang Xin sitting by the window.
"Zhang Xin."
Zhou Zhishan walked directly to the booth, looked at Zhang Xin, and noticed that there were no tear marks on Zhang Xin's face, nor did she seem very sad.
"What, surprised not to see tears on my face?"
Zhang Xin lifted her head to look at Zhou Zhishan, her tone carrying a hint of cold hostility.
Zhou Zhishan frowned, clearly, the barbed Zhang Xin was a far cry from the tearful Zhang Xin on the phone earlier.
"Zhang Xin, what do you mean by this?"
"You said you were taken advantage of and wanted to see me, was it a lie?"
