After Luo Ziling left the old mansion, Yang Yunlin was still seething with anger. He roared at Yang Qingyin, who was standing with her head lowered to one side, "Is this the man you like? He came to our Yang Family Old House and humiliated your grandfather, your own father. Don't you feel any shame at all?"
"Dad, it was you who were wrong first today," Yang Qingyin raised her head to look at Yang Yunlin and spoke softly, "You shouldn't have treated him with such tactics. You wanted to humiliate him, to show him who's boss, but it turned out he wouldn't take it, and that's not his fault. Of course, he was too proud as well. If he cared for me, no matter what, he should have given me face, given you face, after all, you are my elders."
Yang Qingyin's words were neither servile nor overbearing, and they covered all bases, leaving Yang Yunlin at a loss for how to respond.
