Chapter 227

After realizing the truth, Fang Guangmei looked at her husband, Deng Wentao, with an expression of disbelief, her eyes wide. "Wentao, what are you talking about? Look, if I hadn't swallowed my pride and begged Uncle Fang this time, do you think Feng Qingqing would have even considered seeing me?" Deng Wentao understood the logic in her words, but even setting aside whether or not Uncle Fang would be willing to intercede again in the future, forcing or coercing someone like this would eventually lead to annoyance and impatience. No one would tolerate or indulge you indefinitely without a reason; there is a limit to everything. He didn't know how to explain this to Fang Guangmei at that moment, but he knew he couldn't stay silent. With a resigned swallow, he sat on a chair in the room, pressed his lips together, and still tried to persuade his wife.