Only a poor loser like Zhao Wenzong can't get a woman.
Zhao Wenzong slapped the table twice, usually so mild-mannered, but Hu Hao's words ignited his fury: "This is about character!"
Don't use poverty or wealth to cover up your moral corruption and personal degradation.
"Come on, do you think you're a primary school student?" Hu Hao said.
We're all adults, living in society, and teachers only talk about the good, never the bad.
"Dare to say you haven't done something wrong." Zhao Wenzong, equally angry and hurt as Xie Wanying, asked him, "Ask yourself. If someone really got pregnant with your child, if it's your own child, and you abort your own child, are you still human?"
"How am I not human? If you knew I never intended for her to have my child, that I was set up by her, you would realize I'm a good person and she isn't. How could I let someone like her be the mother of my child?"
"What happened?" Zhao Wenzong stuttered.
