"Don't mention her."
Fu Zhengjun was slapped, but he didn't even flinch. Even though Wei Ronghua used great force, making her palm numb from the impact, he seemed impervious to pain. Only when he heard that name did the agony on his face become evident.
In this world, anyone could mention Xiao Heting's name, but she couldn't, and neither was he worthy of mentioning it.
Seeing his expression, Wei Ronghua let out a desolate laugh, which sounded eerie in the empty room: "Fu Zhengjun, you still can't forget her, thirty years have passed, and you still can't forget her!"
Fu Zhengjun didn't want to argue with her pointlessly anymore. He thought they could have a heartfelt conversation, but he had overestimated Wei Ronghua.
"Take care of yourself."
Fu Zhengjun opened the door and walked out, passing through the living room without stopping, heading straight out the front door.
"Dad, it's almost dinner time, where are you going?"
