Zhang Chen carried Zhou Qiucheng's suitcase, walked out of the room, and his eyes showed a hint of complexity as he turned back to look at the light in Zhou Qiucheng's room. He was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
What could he say?
Say that Zhou Qiucheng was scheming, using a woman's reputation for his own agenda, which was the act of a gentleman?
But Zhou Qiucheng hadn't schemed against him.
Say Zhou Qiucheng was immoral? Yet the other party hadn't persecuted Zhang Chen, instead, he had given his lifelong savings to Zhang Chen.
What could Zhang Chen say?
He could only sigh softly, unable to say anything.
Zhang Chen was about to walk down the mountain with the suitcase, but who would have thought, the next moment a figure dashed forward to block Zhang Chen's way.
The person was dressed in plain clothes, with a cold gaze, eyes fixated on Zhang Chen.
Zhang Chen recognized the newcomer, it was Jiang Nan, one of the protagonists of this wedding.
