You must also gain your own value from helping Han Zemu!
Han Zemu lowered his head, his fine bangs blocking his eyes and hiding his emotions.
"You're going crazy."
"After dinner, I'll take you home."
His voice was steady and contained a hint of comfort.
Song Qiqi broke down and roared.
"So you're only allowed to give to me, but I'm not allowed to give to you, right?! Why are you all like this?"
Song Qiqi couldn't control her emotions and burst into tears again.
This is not only said to Han Zemu, but also to the sisters who carry the burden for her.
She was not blaming anyone, she was just hating and furious because she had no ability to help the one she loved.
Han Zemu turned his head to look at her, "Qiqi, you are the one who needs help more now."
"Grades can vary, and there's a first come, first served queue, but worries and difficulties are not important. Others' greater difficulties don't offset your current predicament. I know this, and you know it too. Stop trying to put me off, okay?" Song Qiqi spread her hands, her tone heavier, her expression painful.
Han Zemu lowered his head.
He seemed to understand Song Qiqi's persistence, and he also knew that he couldn't pretend to be fine.
"After the dinner that day, my dad came over. He didn't show any shyness when he came in. Instead, he gave me advice about my current life like an emperor."
Han Zemu exhaled and continued.
"We had an argument, and he hated being challenged, so he tore up all the paintings I had created. Then, he walked away like a satisfied bandit."
Having said that, Han Zemu paused and suppressed the soreness in his throat.
He raised his head and smiled, "I'm very angry and very sad, but I've recovered after a few days and I'm much better now, so you don't have to worry about me."
Song Qiqi was almost heartbroken after hearing this.
She walked forward, raised her head, and looked at Han Zemu, who was much taller than her.
"Your life and achievements have been destroyed. It's impossible to recover in just a few days. You don't need to pretend in front of me. Let's go throw paint on his company and make him feel uncomfortable."
Song Qiqi's expression was very determined despite the tears in her eyes, and there was a hint of madness in her eyes.
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