Yan Wu also expressed his determination not to marry anyone other than Su Xiaoling. He looked at Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao and then said, "If I can't marry Su Xiaoling, I won't marry anyone else in this lifetime. I don't want this life anymore. I can only return your kindness in my next life."
Yan Wu knelt in front of Su Sanlang and Madam Zhao. He straightened his back and kowtowed to them.
As he kowtowed, he begged, "Uncle, Auntie, please help us."
The mother and son echoed each other. They had already thought of what to do. Now, all of this was within their expectations.
It was a mixture of truth and falsehood, revealing true feelings. Anyone who saw it had to believe it.
Although their proposal was very sudden, there was a reason for all of this.
How many people were envious of Su Sanlang's family?
People liked to pull people down from high places. They liked to watch them struggle. It was common sense that people's hearts were dark.
