On her way home, Zhou Yiyi was in a bad mood. She rolled down the car window and gazed out emptily into the bustling traffic, feeling the cold wind on her face.
Zhou Mo stretched out his hand and tightly held hers, "Rest assured, he will pick himself up soon."
"Zhou Mo, why does he make me feel so deeply guilty tonight? The look on his face at that moment truly broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do."
"It's not that you couldn't do anything, but he did—he called Aunt Mu right in front of us, asking her to acknowledge you as a daughter before our wedding. Do you understand why he did that?"
