Xiao Han hung his head, seemingly understanding Chen Zihan.
As a daughter, with a father who had lost the ability to work and a mother facing a terminal illness, how could she stand by idly?
"Why didn't you come to me?" Xiao Han suddenly asked.
"Could you come up with five million?" Chen Zihan suddenly laughed and said, "Even if you sold your shop and your training classes, I estimate you couldn't put together five million, right? But the Jiang Family can, and maybe after spending that five million, they could give me another five million!"
"Yes..." Xiao Han suddenly felt a sense of despair. There were many things he wanted to say, but they got stuck in his throat, and he didn't want to say them anymore.
"Xiao Han, I didn't betray you," Chen Zihan said with her head lowered and in a soft voice, "I was defeated by reality."
"I understand you," Xiao Han took a deep breath and said, "But I can't believe you."
