Ling Muye was suddenly infuriated with shame:
"Who do you think Gong Beiyao is?
Do you really think someone of his standing would seriously engage with a fallen woman like you?
If Gong Beiyao truly cared about you, why hasn't he rescued your father yet?
Think clearly about who the man you can rely on is!"
Sheng Qianxia retorted coldly, "He doesn't care about me, and you do? Don't bother yourself with these matters, Ling! He will definitely save my dad."
Ling Muye was in unbearable pain.
"Qianxia, why must you hurt yourself just to get back at me!? Gong Beiyao isn't the right man for you, stop being naive!"
"He's not right for me, and you are?!"
Sheng Qianxia sneered:
"Even if he doesn't care about me, it's still far better than someone who had my father locked up!"
Seeing her so resolute, Ling Muye felt an intense pain in his heart.
He admitted he had made a mistake.
He was willing to spend the rest of his life making up for his debts to her.
"Qianxia."
