In earlier years, whatever she said, He Yingdong would heed at least a little.
But ever since he went to prison, her words were like the wind passing by his ears.
He Yingdong let out a cold laugh, twirling a lighter between his fingers for a moment before lighting a cigarette, taking a deep drag...
He then exhaled it all onto Old Madam He's face, with an air of complete disregard.
Old Madam He was choked and coughed a few times, stepping back, desperately waving her hands to fan away the smoke.
He Yingdong slowly sat down on the sofa, "Didn't I tell you? Don't come to me! Everything I do is something you dislike, so why do you come?"
"Do you think I want to be here? Let me tell you, being with that girl, you're harming her! You two cannot be together!"
A hint of danger flashed in He Yingdong's eyes, his face was especially desolate: "I love her!"
Old Madam He's face was full of anguish, watching him as if he was falling off a cliff, yet unable to reach out and save him.
