"So Cheng Zhe still didn't tell you why we broke up?"
Xu Wenqian took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The last time Cheng Zhe's family came to stir up trouble, she held back from speaking ill of him because she was still hoping to get back the eight hundred thousand she had contributed for the house—
Among the eight hundred thousand, three hundred thousand were from her parents.
She knew that was all of her parents' savings...
She had thought that by sparing Cheng Zhe's dignity, he would appreciate her kindness, but reality showed her how naive she had been.
"Dad, Mom, can we just forget about the money?"
Xu Wenqian turned to her parents and said, not waiting for their response. She had already turned back, her eyes sweeping over Cheng Zhe's relatives and friends.
"What could it be? Isn't it just..."
