Xirong Ziye observed Xiamu Qingyan's face carefully. He felt that she resembled his first love a lot. As the similarity was too striking, he started to have doubts in his heart.
While Xirong Ziye thought about it, Xiamu Qingyan was still crying on and on while blaming Xirong Ziye.
She knew that if she did not do this now, she might not have another chance to see Xirong Ziye ever again.
If he did not want her to see him, she would not be able to meet him no matter what she did.
"Ziye, did you forget the times when we first got to know each other? You said you will always treat me well. You're the President, so how can you turn back on your words…"
Xirong Ziye exerted a bit of strength and yanked Xiamu Qingyan's hand away from him. He merely said, "Xiamu Qingyan, since you're awake now, you should live on properly! I will keep the Xiamu family's position, and that's all that I can do. Don't force me!"
