The call was still connected, but Lin Zhiyi and Sang Ran had fallen into an eerie silence.
Sang Ran took a deep breath and said, "Lin Zhiyi, do you really have the heart to drag someone like him into the mud?"
She chuckled softly and continued, "Even if I die, as long as I am still his wife, the Sang Family will support him. Can you do that?"
"Are you going to keep him idling away with you in some small town? He clearly belongs at the top."
"Lin Zhiyi, you are actually the most selfish person. He's been compromising step by step for you, and all you ever do is force him to choose!"
"Meaningless choices!"
Finally, Sang Ran made sure to emphasize her words.
Lin Zhiyi's body swayed unsteadily, and she could barely prop herself up against the sink to keep from collapsing. When she turned around, she saw her pallid reflection in the mirror.
She didn't know.
She hunched over, desperately searching for something to hold onto.