"Actually, it's fine if you don't like it!" Zhao Meng said in a low voice.
Li Yaqin looked at her and asked curiously,""What's wrong with you?“
Li Meng sat there and leaned back. She looked at the lights on the ceiling and said in a low voice,"You don't need a person like Wu Hao."
Hearing the words "people like Wu Hao", li Yaqin clenched her fingers and pursed her lips. She wanted to ask, but she couldn 't.
Zhao Meng stood up, walked to the window, and closed the curtains. She reached out for a pair of scissors to trim the potted plants as she said, "What's there to like about a person with late-stage cancer?"
"Cancer?" Li Yaqin suddenly stood up and walked to Zhao Meng, looking at her in disbelief.
Wu Hao was tall, healthy, and could walk like the wind. How could he have cancer?
