Young Master Liu mocked the waiter while pulling Huahua into his embrace.
"Poor fuck, listen up! From today on, Huahua is my woman, Young Master Liu. If I find out you're still bothering her, next time it won't be as simple as just beating you up!"
Young Master Liu's words caused a flicker of hesitation on Huahua's face, but then she glanced at her boyfriend dressed as a waiter and then at Li Feng, who looked like a scrap collector, and suddenly felt that what Young Master Liu had said was indeed true. She didn't want to live a hard life with her boyfriend!
"Ashui! I think we're not suitable for each other, you're a good person! Unfortunately, we... don't look for me again!"
Although there was reluctance on Huahua's face, her stance was incredibly firm.
Upon hearing Huahua's words, Ashui was immediately stunned. All the hard work and frugal living while working as a waiter, what was it for? The more he thought, the sadder he became, and soon started crying uncontrollably.
