Duan Xingzhou snorted coldly, "I've been coaxing her for so many years, but she doesn't buy it at all."
"That's because you're not capable," Mrs. Duan said. "We can only help you this far, what you do next is up to you. Who told you to be such a fool before? Now she doesn't want you anymore, and you deserve it."
Duan Xingzhou's expression changed, "Mom, are you here to deliberately hit me when I'm down?"
"Is it me hitting you down? It's that she simply doesn't care about you, right? How did I give birth to someone like you who's always causing trouble?"
No matter that Duan Xingzhou is in his thirties, he's still the youngest in the family, always having the right to act spoiled in front of his parents. Holding Mrs. Duan's arm, he shook it a bit and asked, "Weren't you against me being with her before?"
