Su Tang's words were like a rapid-fire cannonade—logical, reasonable, and hitting their mark with every sentence.
Mrs. Chen opened and closed her mouth, her face flushing red and then turning pale.
Mr. Chen's expression grew even more grave. He took off his glasses and wearily rubbed the bridge of his nose.
In truth, he didn't have many strong feelings about his son's marriage.
As the old saying goes, you can't put a price on happiness.
If his son was willing, then the elders shouldn't interfere.
Children have their own paths to follow. Meddling too much would only backfire.
Just then, Lu Xiao, who had been silent as a mountain, finally spoke.
His voice was calm, yet it carried the unquestionable authority of someone long accustomed to power.
"My sister."
Lu Xiao's gaze was tangible as it slowly swept over Mr. and Mrs. Chen, finally landing on Mrs. Chen's face.
"Is not for others to belittle."
