"I'm just saying sorry because you are Lin Xinxuan's mother,"
"But instead you're asking me to do this and that."
"Well, I'm sorry, Gao Jun feels he can't do it."
So he directly declined, "I'm sorry, Sister Qinglan, I've already taken a bath and am getting ready to sleep."
At that point, Zhang Qinglan seemed panicked. She could tell that Gao Jun had no intention of coming and started to cry, "I'm so lonely here at the bar by myself, with no one to keep me company. Can't you take pity on me? You know, Zhou Shumei and Lin Beishan used to have things in common to talk about. They were, after all, of the same age. But what about me? Have they ever felt as miserable as I do, being married to an old man more than twenty years my senior, bearing his child? "
Gao Jun fell silent upon hearing this.
Actually, it made a lot of sense.
At age twenty, a woman is full of romantic fantasies.
Yet she ended up marrying and having a child with a man in his forties.
