"Mom, can you pass me the laptop!" Su Lianxi suddenly said urgently.
Lin Shuyue was startled for a moment, then hurriedly handed over the laptop from nearby.
Su Lianxi quickly placed the laptop on her knees, logged into her email, and hastened to recall one of the emails she had already sent.
After successfully recalling the email, she breathed a sigh of relief. Since it could be recalled, it meant the recipient hadn't opened the email yet.
Lin Shuyue couldn't help asking, "Lianxi, what's wrong?"
Su Lianxi paused for a moment, then shook her head, "Nothing."
After speaking, she repeated, "Mom, I won't be finished."
"Lianxi..."
"So you don't have to nag anymore," Su Lianxi said wearily, "and don't cry in front of me, it's not like I'm dead. If it comes down to it, I just won't get married at all. Can't I live on my own?"
Lin Shuyue turned pale with shock, "Not get married? But..."
