"That heartless Pello, he's really good-looking and exudes an indomitable wildness. If he were willing to hit the catwalk, he would definitely be highly sought after. As for your Hang Yishao," Lin Ying was about to continue when Su Ziceng hurriedly interrupted, "He's not my Hang Yishao."
"Then let's just say he's everyone's Hang Yishao," Lin Ying recalled how Hang Yishao, drunk from the alcohol she'd fed him, pleaded and lamented like a little dog, voicing his grievances. He defied his family's opposition, Su Ziceng's indifference, and countless difficulties. In short, he was pitiable.
"If Pello is the attacker, Hang Yishao is definitely the receiver. For a normal woman, both are quite difficult to let go of," Lin Ying finished, gazing deeply at Su Ziceng. To some extent, Su Ziceng was also lucky to have encountered such exceptional men.
