"Sirong, I won't let you be wronged," Jiang Che said earnestly, deeply moved.
Lu Sirong nodded gently, her eyes full of trust and deep affection, stirring his heart.
Her trust in him was so complete that he couldn't let her down, no matter what.
"Xiao Xuan, Sirong is so pure and kind. Even after you've hurt her, she's still generous enough to make excuses for you. She's so good to you, yet you can't even offer her an apology?" Jiang Che said with a pained heart, "By doing this, you're truly disappointing."
Before Lu Fengxuan had a chance to respond, Yu Chiyin swept his cold gaze over and said indifferently, "If you don't know how to speak to people, then shut up!"
Jiang Che's face stiffened. "Uncle, it's the aunt who's in the wrong now. She still owes Sirong an apology."
His gaze was so piercing that it forced Jiang Che to change his words reluctantly.
