"Xu Fan, your body and heart are already dirty; even if washed, just thinking about it still disgusts me," Ding Wenwen said with a cold laugh. "I already have such a low opinion of you. If you have any shame left, just let go and don't make me despise you even more!"
Hearing Ding Wenwen's words, Yang Yu's heart suddenly clenched.
Just a few days ago, Zhang Xiaohui had said something similar when they broke up.
Ha, women.
They clearly fall out of love themselves yet still portray themselves as victims, then stand on a moral high ground to accuse men.
Originally, he didn't want to interfere, since it was Xu Fan's personal affair.
But he really couldn't stand it anymore, "Xu Fan, let her go. She doesn't love you at all. All of this is just an excuse for her to dump you. Don't demean yourself like this; it's not worth it."
"What are you talking about?" Ding Wenwen glared at Yang Yu angrily. "If I didn't love him, would I have been with him for two years, even discussing marriage?"
