But once she thought about how Ling Momo might live a vivid and glamorous life in the future, she really couldn't stand it, she couldn't stand it at all!
It wasn't just Jian Chenxi who couldn't stand it, but also Lu Niange.
Over a year ago, the person who could hold Ling Momo by the waist was Lu Niange, the person who could take her dancing like this was Lu Niange, the person who could look at Ling Momo with so much affection and tender love was Lu Niange.
And now, it had become him sitting to the side, watching Ling Momo and another man, carrying out everything that used to belong to him, like a bystander.
Lu Niange felt an inexplicable sense of depression welling up inside him; he gripped the glass so hard that suddenly, with a sharp snap, he shattered the glass in his hand.
