Zou Yi, quite considerately, turned around and left. Not only did he give up the space in the living room, but he even took the initiative to go to the kitchen to chat with Su Xiu and the others who were busy there.
"This is my house; don't overstep your boundaries."
Su Qing was infuriated. How could this person become increasingly presumptuous and thick-skinned? He wasn't like this before.
"Let go of me now."
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you." Zhou Hengyang reluctantly let go, a look of helplessness crossing his handsome face. He spoke in a low voice, "Qingqing, please don't be angry, okay? I don't know how much longer I can hold on, nor what I might end up doing."
Su Qing was taken aback, and it felt as though her heart had been pricked by a needle.
"You said you needed to think. Have you made up your mind now? Are you still unwilling to forgive me?" Zhou Hengguang asked in a low, deep voice, his profound eyes filled with an inconsolable sorrow.