"Since you are her elders, talk to her nicely. It's fine if she doesn't accept me as her mother, but she shouldn't pick a worthless scoundrel just to spite me. It's a lifetime of happiness, it deserves..."
"Huanhuan is back?" Aunt couldn't listen anymore. At that moment, Xu Qinghuan returned, and with a simple greeting, Song Wanlin's words got stuck in her throat. She turned her head and stared at her, nearly choking.
"Worthless? Scoundrel?" Xu Qinghuan held Jiang Xingye's hand and stepped forward, "What counts as worthy? Like the Lu Family, who are never satisfied and always looking elsewhere? Who is the scoundrel here? Do you even know what a scoundrel is?
Let me tell you, a scoundrel is like Lu Ranglian, who only toyed with comrades' wives when comrades went to war, so obsessed with a slut that it cost him his original spouse's life, that's what a scoundrel is!"
