Mr. Zhao: "I've made it clear. Only a woman who is virtuous, gentle, obedient to the young master, well-educated, and from a prestigious family is worthy of you."
Huo Sicheng turned his wheelchair to face Mr. Zhao, his phoenix-like eyes icy cold to the extreme.
"Is Aunt Wu like that?"
Mr. Zhao's face stiffened, "We are from a humble background, not like your prestigious family."
Huo Sicheng countered, "Whether from a grand or humble background, what's the difference? Aren't we all human?"
Mr. Zhao was momentarily taken aback, "Young master, this..."
"You expect Gu Qingcheng to be virtuous, gentle, well-educated, and from a prestigious family. What about your wife, Aunt Wu?" Huo Sicheng continued, "Does Aunt Wu lack arms or legs, or is she not virtuous enough, not obedient enough? Even today, you went to buy fertilizer for the vegetable garden instead of her doing it herself."
Mr. Zhao was left speechless by Huo Sicheng's words.
