Never did anyone expect Zhao Wensheng to say such words; Chen's mother's wrinkled old face turned as red as it possibly could. She stammered, "I'm doing this for my son. Do you think I'd willingly lower myself and cast aside my dignity—"
"It's precisely this casual lowering of dignity that makes people feel you'll stop at nothing to achieve your goals, leaving others completely disheartened." After finishing his words, Zhao Wensheng stood up, not sparing Chen's mother even a glance, and left the battlefield to his cousin.
This was a path his cousin chose for herself, and he respected her decision. He remembered her promise that she wanted to grow up.
Jiang Mei hugged her son, Little Dongzi, watching her husband walk back. Both the big eyes and the small eyes glimmered with admiration.
"Dad, you're amazing!" Little Dongzi clung to his stepfather's leg, acting cute.
