Old Mrs. Yu sat on the sofa like a queen on her throne, while Yu Mei perched delicately on the edge, her phone discreetly aimed to capture everything.
Yu Holea sat down on a chair opposite them, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp.
"Holea, I've been thinking about you," Old Mrs. Yu began, her voice adopting a tone of false concern.
"You're single now, aren't you? A girl your age needs to settle down."
Yu Holea's lips twitched, her instincts screaming that something unpleasant was coming. She didn't respond, letting Old Mrs. Yu continue.
"Well," the old woman said, her face lighting up as though she were delivering the best news of Yu Holea's life,
"I've taken it upon myself to find you a match. A husband who will take care of you and guide you properly. Someone who can... discipline you."
Yu Holea's expression remained neutral, but internally, she felt her irritation bubbling.
