Sheng Lanzhang let out a long sigh, as if speaking these few words had exhausted a lot of his energy, his voice becoming even more ethereal, "I'm very happy for you and Qianchi, I will support you both."
"No, I am not with him."
"Then you two..."
"Just a defenseless woman being imprisoned by power."
There was silence again on the other side.
This pause was quite long, so long that Gu Jiayin was about to hang up the phone when a weary voice sounded again, "Jiayin, I want to see you."
This statement was tinged with pleading.
An elderly person long suffering from illness, making such a request to a young person—any decent person would feel compassion, but Gu Jiayin did not consider herself a good person.
So, she smiled faintly, even somewhat sarcastically,
"Mr. Sheng, your son raped me and broke up me and my first love boyfriend, and now he uses his power to imprison me. Should I still go meet someone who once brought tremendous shame to my mother?"
