"How much she truly cares for me is between her and me; you don't have the right to interfere like this. Zeng Rong, your actions really disappointed me!" Yu Minglang said firmly.
"You can hate me as much as you want. When I did it, I knew there would be consequences like this." Zeng Rong didn't try to argue, he even seemed calm.
When Yu Minglang arrived, he had thought of a thousand ways to beat Zeng Rong, but when he saw the neatly packed suitcase on the ground, he felt indescribable desolation in his heart.
He thought of how they had been through life and death together, and how Zeng Rong had put aside his own work to help him during this time.
Zeng Rong could have chosen not to come, but there were many unresolved issues within the Yu Clan that needed to be handled by someone trusted, so he volunteered.
Yu Minglang also realized... Zeng Rong was a victim.
Feeling Yu Minglang's gaze on his leg, Zeng Rong gave a bitter smile.
