In the dim light, Tao Yong raised his glass and said, "Brother Feng, Ah Zhan, come on, let's drink another round."
Hu Zhifeng looked at him and said with a sense of frustration, "It's just a woman. If she wants to break off the engagement, let her. With your qualifications, finding a better woman is easy."
He really didn't like Shi Xinyu. Lu Jiaxin was strong-willed, but she was beautiful, capable, and brought good fortune to her husband; Yu Meitong was stubborn, but she was independent. Only Shi Xinyu was spoiled and often petulant, and she wasn't good with words, always offending people. Such a woman, if married, would only hold you back.
Tao Yong downed his drink in one gulp: "Brother Feng, my feelings for her over six years..."
