"Yixuan, please let me go, let us go!" Pu Yuqing held back the tears that were about to burst, and said helplessly and decisively, like a swaying lily that had been exposed to the wind and rain. Deng Yixuan, who was sitting at the other end of the table, was irritated and said excitedly: "Why are you so cowardly? Where did you go when you refused to admit defeat?" At this time, other customers in the already noisy room were startled by this excited and hysterical voice and looked towards them. Pu Yuqing seemed unable to see all this, tears burst into her eyes, and she said in great pain: "Yixuan, if I am the only one in pain, I can persist, but I really can't stand my parents being humiliated by your mother over and over again. Do you know how heartbroken it is when I see her secretly crying in the living room in the middle of the night? I must be cowardly for my parents."