At this moment, Luo Yuan knelt in front of Wu Shengsheng, crying so hysterically that he was a pitiable sight—completely devoid of image and dignity.
He had struggled so hard for so long, casting aside the most basic moral sense and bottom lines of conduct as a human being, all for the achievements on his own little piece of land. However, now that things should have been firmly in his grasp, along with power and beauty, the introduction of He Qing as such a major variable resulted in him losing everything.
——It was all this bitch's fault!
He cursed inwardly, but outwardly continued to display a look of profound misery and affection, not daring to meet her eyes. It was as if his abandonment of that child was simply a forced choice in his deep love for Wu Shengsheng.
