Comeback? Wu Chengzu didn't like this idiom; it no longer held any meaning for him.
Wu Chengzu sneered, looking sarcastically at Yao Zhiqing, "Do you think we still have a chance?"
Yao Zhiqing nodded, "Yes, of course, we do! We still have money, lots of money. We can live worry-free days in T Country, and once this storm passes, I can start all over again!"
Suddenly, Wu Chengzu felt powerless and indifferently removed Yao Zhiqing's hand resting on his arm, "Call them back, we'll set off overnight."
Having said that, Wu Chengzu turned and went to the room where Bai Yiran had been kept. He sat on her bed, where her traces and scent lingered. Wu Chengzu's rough hands stroked the surface one by one, and his eyes unexpectedly reddened.
He knew that Bai Yiran would never fall in love with him in this lifetime; he was already prepared to be hated by her for a lifetime. But even if it's hate, he didn't care. As long as this person was by his side, he no longer wished for her heart.
