"Why? What's wrong with me? Why doesn't Weiwei like me?"

Zhou Quanyu slumped on the sofa in his luxurious home, feeling frustrated and complaining about his fate.

Sitting nearby, the white-haired Superstar Zhou chuckled while sipping tea, "Feelings can't be forced. Some people win just by standing there."

On the other side, the Superstar's Wife comforted her son, "Xiao Yu, it's no big deal. She's just a newbie star. It's not worth wasting your time on someone like that. Haven't I always told you who the right person for you is?"