"Okay."
Bai Susu at this moment had also seen through Liu Deshui. She had lived her whole life, yet still could not compare to his mother.
She chuckled softly, her words filled with bitterness and a helpless resignation.
Then, Bai Susu gently stepped forward, walked to the living room coffee table, picked up the teapot, and carefully poured the tea into the cups.
She kept her head down the entire time, but her heart had long been chilled through.
"Chu Dazhuang."
Bai Susu, because of her disappointment, spoke in a thin, threadlike voice, slowly beginning to speak. Though she still appeared strong on the surface, her heart had long been thoroughly disillusioned.
"I have lost."
She slowly began to speak, ready to kneel.
But just as she was about to kneel, Chu Dazhuang gently stopped her.
"There's no need."
