"..." Zhen Lingling stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
She couldn't believe these words came from Zou Yanpeng, who always pampered her and indulged her.
"Why? Why? Why?!" She was on the verge of breaking down.
Zou Yanpeng explained happily, "Because I'm a man, and I can't allow you to make a fool of me!"
After all, Zou Yanpeng was only eighteen.
His way of doing things was still immature.
But the education he received from childhood made him rationally and clearly understand that some matters must not be compromised.
The source of his suffering must be cut off immediately, leaving no room for error.
His pride as the eldest son of the Zou Family, his dignity as the heir, would not allow him to indulge in self-pity.
Zou Yanpeng was inherently vindictive, how could he allow himself to be toyed with by a woman!
He cast a faint glance at the woman in the room, turned, and strode out of the room.
Zhen Lingling's unwilling roar echoed behind him.
