"Elder An, what kind of thing are you saying?"
"There's worse I haven't said yet. Anyway, I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Tell your family's second son to stay away from our An Li. How old is he? Doesn't he have a sense of it himself? Pah, what a thing!"
Su Yingru couldn't understand what was going on until the call ended.
But Wen Changrong understood.
After hanging up the phone, his old face turned completely dark.
Su Yingru was extremely anxious and couldn't help but keep asking, "Elder Wen, stop pulling that face and tell me what's going on. I'm so anxious it's driving me crazy..."
Wen Changrong remained silent, his expression growing uglier.
Su Yingru kept pressing, "Say something! Why is Elder An scolding us? Haven't our two families always had a good relationship?"
"Ask your good son!"
"Huh? What? Ask who? Second son?"
Wen Changrong was so angry his face turned pale, "Who else? He... he ruined their granddaughter."
