Cheng Zhouyu's head throbbed after hearing that. What did she mean by that? Did she want to break up?
He grew anxious, yanking Zhou Ruoyun's hand off his collar, heedlessly embracing Ding Yiyuan, who was rushing to leave, in his arms, "We're not breaking up! Not even if I die!"
Three women heard this declaration, each with a different sentiment.
Peng Man's eyes brimmed with tears, feeling as though needles were piercing her heart. The phrase "not even if I die" felt like a blade stabbing deep into her core.
Zhou Ruoyun, however, was infuriated by her son's pathetic behavior! How could this woman, who ordered her son around and even hit him, manage to render her son so utterly spineless!
Ding Yiyuan wasn't moved by his words and thought, how could there be such a shameless person in the world? Clinging to her yet allowing his mother to insult her like that—outrageous! She was decisive and quick-tempered, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
