Mrs. Zheng was so angry that her head hurt.
"Son, I'm secretly asking you, do you like ... Lulu?" Mrs. Zheng had never dared to ask this question.
When Lulu was forced to fight his way up to the Nine Heavens, he stood on the altar with bloodshot eyes.
"You will suffer revenge." That day, she heard her son's words clearly.
Yang Dianfeng almost spat out his tea.
"Mother, how can you think like that? Why would I have any feelings for her? What a joke. I ..." Although I'm older than her, he has always been Lulu's little follower.
She was about to cry, alright?
"Mother, don't worry." Yang Dianfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. My feelings for Lulu are higher than the feelings between men and women."
He could die for Lulu, but not for the love between a man and a woman.
"That's good, that's good." Mrs. Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.
