"Heh, you said it yourself, that was before."
Moli, dressed in a wedding gown, walked over to Zhou Haotian, took his arm, and looked disdainfully at Zhou Dafu: "You used to be the young master of the Zhou Family, but now you're just a cripple in a wheelchair. What right do you have to say these things to me?"
"Hey, I really don't have the right."
Zhou Dafu sighed and coldly looked at Mo Zhanlu: "Old Master Mo, back then I wanted to annul the engagement with Moli, but you shamelessly forced this woman onto me. Don't you have anything to say about it now?"
"Zhou Dafu, stop trying to put yourself on a pedestal."
Mo Zhanlu sneered coldly, looking down on Zhou Dafu: "I never made Moli stick to you. You were in love voluntarily, and the engagement is old news. Is there any point in bringing it up now?"
"Fine, fine, I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen someone as shameless as you."
