If Su Yayan could read Huo Shaofeng's mind, she would have picked up a glass on the table and cracked his head open.
There was no way she was going to do all that and compromise her own happy future just to embarrass a stupid plaything like him.
"Yanyan, I know you're not happy, but this is a marriage. You can't take it lightly."
"Yes, yes, Yayan, I know you're still angry about what happened last night, but you can't take this kind of thing lightly." When Mrs. Huo said this, her tone was slightly contemptuous even though she was smiling. Obviously, she also thought that Su Yayan only said that out of anger—no one would fancy a disabled person like Huo Chenhuan, after all.
Su Yayan's face suddenly turned cold. She could understand her mother's concern, but she could not bear to see certain people looking at Huo Chenhuan with a hint of unkindness in front of her.
