Fu Zixun was sitting in the car. What the woman said to him just now was that she wanted him to give up first. How could it be?

He's done so much, he's ready for everything, and he doesn't need to worry about anything, does he?

Qin Yayong should hate him now. He is no longer Fu Ziyun whom Qin Yayong knew. He would not expect Qin Yayong to love him. He held his hand on the steering wheel and wrapped the white handkerchief in his right hand. His hand was already ready, but he was reluctant to take it off.

He doesn't know what he's attached to. Why did...