"Sang Hong." Yao Ye said, "It's too late, much too late for you to say these things now."
Sang Hong only listened to his dry and hoarse voice, feeling as though her heart was being sawed. Thus, she knew that every word he spoke now came from the bottom of his heart, without a single lie.
"I can tell you that I've already proposed to her."
Even Jun Ye and Zhao Wensheng, who had heard rumors early on, were momentarily stunned by Yao Ye's sudden honesty, let alone Sang Hong and Old Ge, who had received no prior hint.
Old Ge sat on the sofa, his limbs paralyzed, as if struck dumb.
Sang Hong's reaction took everyone by surprise. She glared at Yao Ye with a piercing look: "You're telling me it's too late now, do you want to break the child's heart? If you dare, Yao Ziye, I'll tell you, you're heartless and ruthless, and I, Sang Hong, could execute you on behalf of that child right now! Although you were her lifesaver back then, do you know how much she's sacrificed for you?!"
