The next day.

Pu Lanbin still came to the door carrying his things to apologize.

The servant did not pick up the things, but told him bluntly, "Mr. Pu, you don't have to come here again. Our wife will not see you."

"Take this thing." Pu Lanbin wanted to push the thing into his hand, but he avoided it. "My wife has ordered that anything related to Mr. Pu is not allowed into the house."

"Don't embarrass me," the servant said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Okay, I understand." Pu Lanbin agreed, left from the door, walked around to the back door where the wall was slightly lower, and threw the things in.

Pu Lanbin stood on tiptoe and looked around before leaving.

After a while, a maid passing by saw her, picked up the things and gave them to Yang Huilan.

"Madam, this slave picked this up at the back door. It seems that Master Pu threw it in."

"Throw it out." Yang Huilan's eyes were slightly red and swollen, she glanced at it and said coldly.

"Yes." The maid quickly took out the things.

It's night.

Yang Huilan stood alone in front of the window, looking at the bright moonlight with a variety of emotions.

She stood for a long time, holding a hairpin in her hand. She lowered her eyes for a while and rubbed it gently with her fingertips, her eyes full of reluctance.

Yang Huilan raised her head high, stopped the mist in her eyes, and threw the hairpin out of the window with a cruel heart.

The hairpin fell to the ground, and the pearls on it shattered, just like herself.

The next day.

Pu Lanbin delivered things to Yang Huilan as usual, but when he was about to go out, Pu Mu called him.

"Son, where are you going?"

"Go to Yang Mansion." Pu Lanbin did not hide it.

"Why do you go to Yang's Mansion every day? What's so good about Yang's Mansion?" Mother Pu felt sorry for her son. She had already heard that Yang Huilan refused to see him, so he sent apologetic gifts every day to make her happy.

"Mom, I did something wrong, and I'm making up for it now. I won't marry anyone but her in this life." Pu Lanbin's eyes were firm and his tone was decisive.

Pu Mu felt mixed emotions and didn't know what to say, so she watched him leave.

She frowned, was I wrong?

"My son has the same demeanor as I did back then." Pu Fu smiled happily.

Pu Mu glared at him, "My son is just as stubborn as you."

"This is persistence." Pufu corrected her.

Pu Mu was too upset to argue with him.

Pu Lanbin came to the door again, but was still turned away.

He still threw things into the house in the old way, but saw yesterday's gift in the corner outside the back door.

He picked it up, frowned, and refused to take it away. Do you really refuse to forgive me?

Pu Lanbin didn't understand why she was holding on to something that was obviously not a serious crime.

In the next two days, he still tried his best to give gifts every day, and even tried his best to make her happy, but there was no response.

All his things were ruthlessly thrown out.

Pu Lanbin went to the hospital dejectedly, planning to ask Zhao Jin'er for help.

"Ms. Zhao."
Chapter completed!