Xie Yong gave a self-deprecating smile: "I am the boy toy she keeps, and she looks down on me too. It's either hitting or cursing at me, and my heart is also in pain. I want to leave her, but I can't bring myself to do it. Don't you think I'm pathetic? I feel like I'm not even as good as a dog!"
As he spoke, two scorching tears rolled down Xie Yong's cheeks. Luo Chao heavily patted him on the shoulder: "Xie Yong, you've really changed. Honestly, I look down on you because you look down on yourself!"
Xie Yong choked up: "Yeah, I can't even respect myself anymore."
Luo Chao said seriously: "You can't keep being so defeated; you need to pull yourself together."
But Xie Yong seemed to not hear him at all and muttered to himself: "What can I do? I'm just a cripple, just a pathetic wretch who can't even find a job."
"Waiter, bring me a glass of ice water," Luo Chao shouted.
