Let go?
Zhou Lin savored these two words, as immense rage burned his reason, what right did He Ye have to come here and dictate terms about his and Cheng Zhiwei's relationship?
"Let go, to make way for you?" he sneered with derisive mockery.
He Ye's expression remained calm, "She could have shone on the stage, her voice echoing through every street and alley, yet simply because she liked you, she ended up like this."
"Zhou Lin, she already can't hear with one ear, and maybe soon the other ear will also be affected. Her music career won't be long, do you want to keep clinging to her, wasting all of your time in this relationship?"
For a moment, Zhou Lin was speechless, his anger doused by a bucket of ice-cold water.
Because He Ye stood on a moral high ground, Zhou Lin couldn't refute him.
