In all her life, this was the first time Song Zhuting had spoken so harshly to Song Zhilan.
"Dad?" At Song Zhuting's words, the anger on Song Zhilan's face froze for an instant. She turned toward her father in disbelief, her voice growing strained and hoarse. "Is that really what you think? Don't you know how unreasonable Uncle's demands of A Yuan were just now?!"
"What's unreasonable about them? Your uncle is buying the shares at a low price, so yes, on the surface, the Lu Family might lose out a little. But aren't we all family, at the end of the day? Can a loss to family even count as a loss? What, do you want to watch your husband profit off his own relatives? How is that acceptable? If word got out, we'd be a laughingstock!"
Song Zhuting glared coldly at Song Zhilan and slammed his hand against the armrest as he spoke. He was clearly furious, and he saw absolutely nothing wrong with what Song Zhulin had done.
"I know you're thin-skinned, and being yelled at must hurt your feelings. But shouldn't you reflect on who taught you to raise your voice at your elders? Do you think getting married means you can do whatever you please? Song Zhilan, how did you become so unreasonable? Your husband has spoiled you rotten! What right does a housewife have to interfere in business?"
Song Zhilan froze under Song Zhuting's glare.
She had never seen such coldness in her father's eyes. It was as though he had no affection for her at all, only undisguised disgust.
But why should she be subjected to this rebuke?
Was it really because she had raised her voice a little and shown insufficient respect for her elders?
No. That wasn't it.
-Song Zhilan remained