Hearing Duan Yanhao's unhesitating words, Xirong ziye felt bitter. Back then, he didn't know how to treat Yaoyao well or cherish the person in front of him.
He looked at Duan Yanhao's relaxed and confident expression and felt melancholic. He could not compare to Duan Yanhao in terms of love, let alone other aspects.
Xirong ziye was even more determined to not let his son end up like him. He had to let his son learn how to cherish and treat the people he liked well.
"She's fine," Xirong ziye said in a disappointed tone."It was all my fault back then."
"I know she's good."
"I won't disturb you. I just hope that she can be happy."
"She will,"
Duan Yanhao didn't like to talk to his love rival, but seeing Xirong ziye like this, his heart softened. It was all because of love. He was luckier than Xirong ziye, so he decided to be more tolerant!
