Cui Zeyu's expression was constantly changing, "Aling, let me think about this."
Duan Ling had his head lowered, his voice deep, "I know everyone thinks I'm a scumbag, even I think I'm a jerk, but Zeyu, I really want a chance to make it up to them, the mother and son."
Hearing this, Cui Zeyu sighed, "Ah, Aling, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this matter still depends on Pei Yinong's attitude. If she still loved you, there might be a chance, but now she has fallen in love with someone else. Do you think you still have a chance?"
Duan Ling was silent, and after a long while, he spoke softly, "I will make her fall in love with me again."
"You should rest well first. You drank so much last night; even an iron man couldn't handle it," Cui Zeyu said before leaving the room. His wife was making hangover soup for Duan Ling. "You take it to him."
"What should I do about Aling's situation?" Cui Zeyu asked his wife.
