Seeing the smoke almost rising from the two heads of the Ning's House, Mrs. Duan felt a wave of satisfaction.
They came looking to make her feel bad, so she'd make sure they felt worse.
"I hope you won't dislike what I'm saying here, but marriage should be about mutual consent. You can't expect me to threaten my son with a knife to marry your Lanyu, right?"
"You..." Mother Ning was so furious she was trembling. "What you mean is that your Duan Family plans to handle it like this, not caring anymore, right?"
"It's not about not caring; it's really that we can't do anything about it. We're all parents here, so you should understand my feelings and helplessness. The kids have grown up, and they have their own ideas now. Even if we want to intervene, they won't listen to us, right?"
