Having said this, Yao Lili narrowed her eyes and stared at Mo Xicheng.
No one could have noticed the expression of hatred that flashed across her eyes.
A person like him… What rights did he have to deserve the love of a normal girl?
What he deserved was the child of a mistress!
His mother had made herself a mistress…
So she was determined to subject him to a life in which he would experience the sorrow of never being able to live with his head held high.
These insane thoughts ran rampant in her mind, as she took a deep breath and said, "I'm doing this for your own good. To get along well, a couple needs to be equal in status, don't you think?"
A man like him deserved to live in the shadows forever.
Mo Xicheng clenched his fists tightly.
He was in his late twenties, almost thirty now.
All these years, he had never been in love.
All because he had feared he would subject a girl to the sort of gloomy life he lived.