For over ten minutes, it felt as long as a hundred years.
She never expected Lu Shifeng, a man of few words, to have such a talkative mother. Right there in front of the Lu Family cousins, she berated Su Xingyu for over ten minutes. Su Xingyu could only pretend she heard nothing, silently reciting camera aperture indices and various reference values in her mind... gradually losing herself, forgetting both self and surroundings.
When Lu Shifeng reentered the main hall, this was the scene he witnessed.
His young wife was dressed in a simple Eastern-style satin blouse, a layered blooming light red camellia pinned to her chest, its crystal clear sheen highlighting her jade-white face, her head slightly lowered in a quiet and captivating demeanor. Meanwhile, his mother angrily scolded her, using the most unpleasant words, implying she was too lowly to deserve their noble Lu Family.
