"Don't talk to me about borrowing. Do you have a house in the Imperial Capital? Do you have a car? Xiaoyu grew up with us in luxury, and now grown, she should marry you and suffer because of an empty promise like 'Give me a year or two, I won't end up worse than others'?"
Hou Liangping's words were sharp, each one like a sword that pierced deeply into Deng Xiaolu's heart. Though Hou Liangping's words were harsh, he knew they were realistic. Life isn't a TV drama; he and Dong Jianwen have been in the Imperial Capital for over six years, and it's been really tough. Back then, they could endure any hardship, doing any dirty and tiring work, but it isn't guaranteed that effort will lead to success!
Six years of hard work had finally carved out a niche in the logistics industry, only to be completely destroyed by that hypocrite Qi Ye with just a few words. If it weren't for meeting Su Xuan, he wouldn't even be here today.
