Confronted with such questioning and scolding from Cheng Shang, Cheng Zhiwei used all her strength to suppress the trembling in her body.
The moment she had feared had finally arrived.
She could feel Guo Cuihua's piercing gaze settling on her, like a sharp sword stabbing her heart, bleeding profusely.
"Cheng Zhiwei." Cheng Shang unburdened all his emotions upon her, "If only you had been more accommodating, that wouldn't have happened. Why can't you be more generous?"
"Dad, stop it." Cheng Zhiyin frowned in an attempt to halt him; they had agreed to discuss things calmly before coming back.
How could he still be so agitated?
Cheng Shang was gasping for air, like a trapped beast, staring intensely at Cheng Zhiwei, "You're living her life; what more could you possibly be unsatisfied with? Why do you have to go to such lengths to destroy her?"
"I didn't," Cheng Zhiwei managed to squeeze these three words out between clenched teeth.
Pale and powerless.