Meng Yu's expression hinted at a trace of discomfort, but Li Zhe's grip on his palm tightened intensely. Li Zhe, however, felt a sense of fear; he feared that Meng Yu might back down.
For over a decade, he had earnestly sought the love of his life, and he couldn't bear the thought of letting Meng Yu go. It was unbearable for him.
Meng Yu glanced at Li Zhe, whose face was etched with the plea of desperation. He sighed softly in his heart, then firmly squeezed Li Zhe's hand, turning to face Li Yuan. "I'm sorry, Chairman, I can't do it. As long as Ah Zhe doesn't give up on me, I will never give up on him."
Li Zhe's starry eyes carried a hint of moisture, but he spoke with determination to Li Yuan, "Grandfather, don't use morality to constrain Ah Yu. No matter what you say, we won't change our minds."
