Cheng Qing squatted down slowly and gently caressed Cheng Yun's head. "Son, you should understand that the person you love the most, like the most, may not necessarily love or suit you."
Cheng Yun looked at him slightly puzzled, his eyes like those of a lost rabbit in the middle of a forest, filled with confusion.
"You'll understand someday," Cheng Qing patted his shoulder and stood up to leave.
Cheng Yun clenched his fists and murmured, "No, Su Nian is mine, she's mine."
After Zheng Haoyu and Su Nian returned to the Su Family's old mansion, they dove straight into the study after dinner.
At this moment, his fingers were flying over the computer, working hard with a cold and tense expression, his icy face could freeze droplets of water.
Earlier during dinner, he received an anonymous message on his phone. It read: "Divorce Su Nian immediately, or she won't live much longer."
