Before Meng Yao could find Zhao Dahe for advice, Zhao Ting beat her to it and went to see Zhao Dahe.
"Your mother wants to abandon me, what do you think I should do!" Zhao Ting wore a bitter expression.
Zhao Dahe was momentarily stunned.
"Didn't you say the other day that everything was under your control?" Zhao Dahe asked.
Zhao Ting smiled wryly, "That's what I thought. But it turns out, it wasn't."
He thought he had moved Meng Yao, but as it turned out, he only moved himself.
This cold-hearted woman is too rational.
"I told you, my mother is not an ordinary woman, she can't be easily coaxed," Zhao Dahe said.
"So, quickly help me think of a way; do you really want to watch us go our separate ways?" Zhao Ting asked, "Can you bear it?"
"I promised my mother not to interfere in your matters with her. Besides, I'm not even married, so I have no experience in this area. Is it appropriate for me to give you advice?" Zhao Dahe spread his hands.
