In the earlier years, whatever she said, He Yingdong would listen.
But ever since he went to prison, her words became just like the wind grazing past his ears.
He Yingdong sneered, spinning the lighter between his fingers playfully for a moment, then lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag...
Then he opened his mouth, blowing all the smoke onto Old Madam He's face, with a defiant, roguish air.
Old Madam He coughed heavily, stepping back, desperately waving her hand to fan the smoke away.
He Yingdong slowly sat down on the sofa, "Didn't I tell you? Don't come here! Everything I do is what you don't like, so why bother coming."
"Do you think I want to come? Let me tell you, you and that girl are in an incestuous relationship, do you understand? You're harming her! You can't be together!"
Danger flickered in He Yingdong's eyes, his face particularly despondent: "I love her!"
