She deliberately mentioned Yan Zao.
Sure enough, Zhong Feifei clenched her teeth with hatred, "Yan Zao is already married to my third brother, so why does he say he still can't let go? Is he an idiot?"
Yu Yesang frowned, "How can years of feelings be let go just like that? In this regard, you really can't blame Cheng Xingzhi. Matters of the heart can't be forced."
Her hand would occasionally gently rub the top of Zhong Feifei's head.
It was very tender.
Zhong Feifei disagreed with Yu Yesang's words, "What about you and my third brother? Weren't you forced apart? Weren't my third brother and Yan Zao forced to be together reluctantly? What mean can't be forced—some relationships have to start with reluctant acceptance to have further interactions."
She thought with her status, her background, if not easy to get, at least she should be treated better than others.
Zhong Feifei's words stabbed at Yu Yesang's heart like needles.
