"If I don't have a son, then what's the point of me living?" Zhou Yi's face was full of tears, her nose running as she sobbed. Her hair was in a mess, making her look like a madwoman.
Cheng Yanqing quietly asked his assistant, "Have the firefighters arrived?"
"We've already called them. They should be here in about ten minutes..." the assistant replied in a low voice.
Cheng Yanqing nodded, "We'll keep dealing with this woman until the firefighters arrive."
The assistant nodded in agreement, then spoke to Zhou Yi again, "Your son's gambling is his own problem. He is him, and you are you."
"There's no need to blend your lives together."
"Is it because he doesn't care about himself, that you too stop caring for yourself? Can't you live for yourself?"
Zhou Yi sobbed, thinking of her hardships brought her to tears more than ever. After wiping her nose, she looked back with red eyes, "Live for myself?"
