"Now?" Jimo Cheng was startled. He felt that people nowadays were actually quite decent? At least, they wouldn't kick you as you turned to leave the stage—that was already something to be appreciated.
"Yes, now... ah," Jimo Kong thought of the chandelier that had fallen that day, his face full of helpless expression. Initially, he had been an upright person, so how had he turned out this way now?
"Later, Gongyang Chou gained some opportunities, and then, he stepped ahead of us, his contemporaries. However, by that time, your grandma had already married me, so even if he was excellent, there was no chance for them. Later, he followed his family's wishes and married a woman, which was still quite acceptable," Jimo Kong said.
Luo Qianqian understood what he was referring to, but was it more precise to call it destiny?
Moreover, as far as she knew, Gongyang Chou wasn't really a core character; otherwise, he wouldn't have wanted to kill her.
