Since that was the case, Su Qiao stopped holding back.
"Mom, if Dad were a cripple who couldn't even stand, would you still be willing to marry him?"
"You... you damned little brat, what are you saying? How dare you curse your own father?"
Xiao Aizhen had never expected her daughter to say something so vicious. A surge of anger shot straight to her head.
Su Qiao curled her lips mockingly. "See? You wouldn't be willing to, right?"
"I think there probably isn't a woman in this world who'd be willing to marry him, right?"
"Sometimes, I really wonder whether I'm actually a member of the Su family, whether I really came out of your womb.
"Maybe you picked me up from some garbage heap?"
If that were really the case, she would probably feel much better.
Unfortunately, she really hadn't been picked up from a garbage heap.
Xiao Aizhen was completely enraged. She shot to her feet with a scrape.
"You damned girl, what kind of nonsense are you spouting? Are you deliberately trying to anger me to death?"
"If saying a couple of words could anger someone to death, I'd probably have died of anger tens of thousands of times by now."
Su Qiao's voice was filled with icy chill.
On her thin, bony face, only her pitch-black eyes stood out especially starkly in the candlelight.
"I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you. Anyway, your grandmother already said that you have to marry whether you want to or not. I'm just telling you in advance so you can prepare yourself mentally."
With that, Xiao Aizhen carried the bowl and stormed out.
Su Guoqiang's face was also gloomy as he glanced into the room, clasped his hands behind his back, and left.
Watching the two of