Lu Huashan was on the verge of speaking, then hesitated. She only wanted to climb up by her efforts, not by relying on her brother.
So she didn't want to disclose her identity.
"Brother Yi, can we not talk about it, I..."
Li Yi put a finger to her lips, "If you don't want to talk, then don't. I love you, and that's all that matters.
As long as I can be with you, I'm willing to do anything."
Lu Huashan's eyes brimmed with tears.
She knew Brother Yi truly cared for her.
Li Yi held her, his face a picture of devotion, but deep down he felt endless contempt.
Women like her, fat and ugly, unable to find a husband, were the easiest to deceive.
Once they were married and he became a live-in son-in-law, he could roam freely.
Then he would find a bunch of beauties to heal his wounded heart.
Yang Li did not immediately go back to report to Lu Hualiang but wandered around the set instead.
He found some shade, sat down, and pulled out his phone, scrolling to a photo.
