Her words were straightforward and piercing.
Rong Qingze wanted to refute her point of view, but couldn't find the words.
What Wenming said was truly correct, even though he didn't want to admit it.
"Then what should I do?"
Rong Qingze sighed; he clearly understood that Wenming was right, but he couldn't bring himself to let Rong Yanqiao go.
Wenming spoke, her voice gentle, "Has Miss Rong been in a bad mood lately?"
Rong Qingze nodded.
Wenming said, "She just had a miscarriage, and the last person she wants to see is you."
That sentence, unadorned, pierced deeply into Rong Qingze's heart like a needle.
Rong Qingze's face showed a painful expression.
Wenming, seeing her words hit the mark, continued, "Senior, I suggest you don't appear in front of Miss Rong recently. After all, the moment she sees you, she'll think of that unformed child."
She stared at Rong Qingze, carefully observing his expression.
The words Wenming spoke were half-truths.
