Footsteps sounded on the stairs, followed by Old Master Feng's angry shout: "Can't you damn well keep your mouth shut?!" At your age, cursing people like that, it's outrageously arrogant!
"Old Feng, you..."
Fang Su looked at Old Master Feng: "Why are you so mad at me?"
When she came into the living room, Old Master Feng glared at Fang Su: "You still have the nerve to ask? Who the hell were you cursing just now?"
"I..." Remembering what she'd just said, Fang Su suddenly felt uncomfortable: "I was just speaking offhand, don't take it so seriously, thinking I was cursing someone. Anyway, everyone dies eventually, what's so wrong about me saying that?"
The more she talked, the more Fang Su felt she wasn't wrong, and she shifted her gaze back to Chunxia: "Well, speak up—on the twenty-eighth, are you getting married or not?"
"I'll marry! I'll marry!"
Chunxia cried as she agreed, then she ran upstairs.
If she didn't marry, where could she go?
