In this world, the most unreliable thing is love.
It's too ethereal, yet people are too fickle.
However, he really had no right to comment on this. His previous marriage was also a mess, not any better than Yao Shi's.
Yao Shi opened a can of beer for himself, took a swig, looking very carefree: "Old Zhao, this time it's different. Let me give you an example."
"It's like someone with poor eyesight eating cockroaches as if they were vegetables for twenty years. One day, they suddenly realize they've been eating cockroaches all along. Do you think they could convince themselves to keep eating it just because they've developed feelings for it over twenty years?"
"Now Su Jing disgusts me more than the cockroaches, so if you're a friend, don't try to persuade me. It's useless."
Who the hell is this disgusting, really?!
Zhao Meng just picked up a piece of spicy chicken feet, about to put it into his mouth.
