"Yes." Pei Yiting nodded without hesitation.
No matter how much Zhen Shuangyan said, his answer wouldn't change; he couldn't let go at this time.
Hearing this, Zhen Shuangyan staggered, her lips trembling continuously.
If they weren't in a special relationship, seeing Pei Yiting's deep feelings for Xia Yueqing, she would be happy for her daughter, proof of her good judgment, with no problems at all.
But now, Zhen Shuangyan had never felt that the situation was so tricky.
"Yiting, even if I have to beg you, leave her, I really beg you." Zhen Shuangyan's tears fell, changing from her earlier aggressive stance to a plea.
She really couldn't stand it; every day they were together was a day of torment for her.
Pei Yiting's thin lips pressed tightly, shaking his head with a firm tone. "Aunt, you don't need to do this. Let this matter end here."
He had so many things to deal with and couldn't spare the energy to constantly guard against Zhen Shuangyan.
