Li Qiyun had never been humiliated like this before. She gripped her fists tightly on both sides, her heroic and beautiful eyes were firm, and her red lips touched as she said, "Even if it's a broken company, it's still my hard work. Madam, if you don't like me, you can very well let your son not marry me!"
Madam Oslo coldly sneered while looking at her, and snorted, "Do you think I want to let you into our home? Let me tell you again, you are no longer the elder Miss Li. Do you think with your current identity, you are worthy of my son?"
She flicked her splendid fingernail, looked at Li Qiyun with cold eyes, her contemptuous attitude was like she was looking at defective goods, "You're not worthy!"
Li Qiyun's face turned blue and white like she had been slapped hard twice, nailed to the spot, retorting, "So I don't want to be worthy either!"
