Zhou Tao abruptly knelt on the ground with a thud, sobbing uncontrollably, his body trembling, "Fine... I agree with you."
"Isn't my agreement enough for you?"
He had no choice, he couldn't disregard his mother, Mother Cheng. He did not mind dying, but he had Mother Cheng to think about.
Those people were cruelly holding his heart in their grip, squeezing it tightly.
Hearing his words, everyone smirked satisfactorily, patting Zhou Tao's head like they were petting a dog. "That's more like it... you're finally obeying."
...
In the evening, Shen Lan prepared to accompany Cheng Yanqing to a party. She twirled several times in front of the mirror in her blue evening dress.
She then took a photo and sent it to Cheng Yanqing with an adorable emoji.
"How do I look, Yanqing, is this dress good on me?"
Even though he was in a meeting, Cheng Yanqing responded immediately, "You look good in everything."
"You're such a sweet talker."
