"What are you doing?" Wu Qingsong quickly shook off Zhang Lancao's hands, his face immediately turning sour.
"Qingsong, you're still in my heart, I can't forget you.
Can we get back together, please?" Zhang Lancao cried out as she looked at Wu Qingsong.
But Wu Qingsong didn't say a word and turned to leave.
Zhang Lancao watched Wu Qingsong's retreating figure, collapsing to the ground and bursting into uncontrollable sobs.
Zhang Xiaoda didn't know when he had appeared behind Zhang Lancao, his eyes filled with rage as he glared at her and cursed under his breath, "You shameless woman.
Grandma was right, you're a flirtatious woman."
Hearing her son's words, Zhang Lancao trembled with anger and "smack," her hand struck Zhang Xiaoda's face.
"You ingrate, I'm doing all this for a better future for you and your brother.
Wu Qingsong is now richer than anyone in our village. If I were with him, considering he remembers your father, he would surely treat you and your brother well.
