Zhao Mengyao spoke as she took out her phone and played a recording.
"Liu Hanyuan, what do you mean by this? Are you saying that when you said you liked me before, it was all a lie? Were you deliberately deceiving me?"
"Could it be that you've lost feelings for me? You just won't admit it?"
...
"Zhao Mengyao, that's not what happened. I never thought that way! It's just that your father did something so excessive to me before. Now I'm even helping him arrange his funeral, which is already more than enough. Not to mention, I have to spend a large amount of money to give him a grand send-off, only to be laughed at by those who hate him."
"You wouldn't know what I've endured all these years. How long I've endured it!"
As the recording ended.
Zhao Mengyao took a deep breath too.
Couldn't help but frown.
"Mr. Luo, now you should understand, right?"
