Zhai Hua's face was dark. She looked at Wei De, who was full of hope and love, sarcastically. "Wei De, you want to commit suicide?"
"Hua Hua, I don't want to get a divorce. I can't live without you. As long as we don't separate from each other, I'll listen to whatever you say in the future. I'll do whatever you ask me to. I promise to work hard so that your parents will like me. I know I haven't done well in the past ten years, so your parents don't accept me. However, Hua Hua, the marriage is between the two of us. You can't leave me because of your parents."
"Tsk. Are there still such parents in this world? That's too overboard."
"Where are they from? Why are they so arrogant? How can they insist on their daughter getting a divorce? These old people are too horrible."
