"Lin Mo, let's break up."
In the cafe, Su Qing stirred the latte in the cup, lowering her head and speaking quietly, but every word pierced Lin Mo's ears like nails.
Lin Mo's hand holding the boiled water stopped in mid-air. He thought he heard wrongly.
"What did you say?"
Su Qing finally raised her head, her face with exquisite makeup showed no expression, but her eyes showed a hint of impatience and determination.
"I said, let's break up. Lin Mo, we are not suitable."
"Inappropriate?" Lin Mo felt a little ridiculous, but his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand, and the pain made him breathless. "We have been together for three years, and now you are telling me that it is inappropriate?"
"Yes, it's just inappropriate." Liu Lan, her mother, who was sitting next to Su Qing, finally spoke. She was wearing an expensive-looking skirt and glanced at Lin Mo. Her eyes were like looking at the garbage on the roadside. "Xiao Mo, Auntie is not an unkind person. Look at how much money you make a month now? What kind of future can you get from delivering food? Xiaoqing follows you. Do you want to rent a small shabby house of more than ten square meters with you and eat instant noodles every day?"
Lin Mo's face turned red instantly, and his fists were clenched under the table.
These words were so hurtful, even worse than a slap in the face.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the fire in his heart, and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Auntie, it's a little difficult for me now, but my sister... Xiaoyu is sick and is waiting for money for surgery. I am only delivering food temporarily.
