Jiang Zhuoheng's grandfather walked unhurriedly as he talked. "Xuxu is indeed a good girl. But no matter how good she is, she is already part of the Yans. You've tried your best, and I'm sure you have no regrets. A man cannot merely focus on relationships—you have heavier burdens to shoulder."
The old man entered the house and Jiang Zhuoheng was left standing alone. What was left with him were his grandfather's words.
In the cold wind, Jiang Zhuoheng's body seemed to tremble a little after hearing his grandfather's heartfelt words. His tightly clenched fists gradually loosened their grip.
…
"Wen Xuxu, where are you?"
Yan Rusheng arrived home expecting to see Xuxu. However, Aunt Zhang informed him she wasn't home yet, and she had left the house with Su Yue this morning.
He guessed that Xuxu must have brought Su Yue out to play.
