"Zhiwei," Guo Cuihua pulled Cheng Zhiwei up and sighed in a low voice, "I know you've been wronged in this matter, but your father didn't mean to force you. Someone sent a complaint letter to the school accusing him and me of problematic teaching, even of covering for our own daughter, claiming that people like us do not deserve to teach at the school."
Zhiwei looked at Guo Cuihua through her tears, "What?"
Guo Cuihua gently stroked her hair with pity, "You know what your father's like. When that thing happened to you and the Zhou Family suggested marriage, he agreed, considering your reputation. But he has always felt he owes Zhenzhen an apology."
"I really didn't plot against Zhou Lin," Cheng Zhiwei said, on the verge of exploding with frustration.
Why did no one believe her? Just because she had once liked Zhou Lin? But her love was pure—she never felt the need to marry him. In fact, she had even blessed his relationship with Seo Zhenzhen.
