Wei Zhou stopped writing, stood up and walked out of the private room. "I'm going out to take a breather."
He really needed to take a breather. Just two short hours was like a year to him. Just listening to Jiang Ruoruo's statement, he was so angry that he almost stopped breathing. It could be imagined that during those three years, Su Yan had suffered a lot.
The sky outside was as dark as ink, and the light rain had turned into heavy rain. However, Wei Zhou seemed to have lost his soul as he walked into the heavy rain. When he saw his dejected appearance, Lan Jian hurriedly chased after him with an umbrella. "Ah Zhou, what are you doing? What's the use of doing this to yourself?"
Wei Zhou lowered her head. "Don't worry about me. Leave me alone."
Lan Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Do you think I'm willing to be nosy? If it wasn't for the car keys, I wouldn't have come out in such a heavy rain."
