Even Chu Qingzhi didn't expect her usually mild-mannered mother to lead a group brawl. She couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing and exasperating at the same time. "Mother, go rest on the side. I'll handle the rest!"
"You've had a tiring journey. Rest well. I can handle this," Li Qingyu said, pulling Chu Qingzhi to Tang Jinghong's side.
As a mother, it was her duty to protect her daughter. She also didn't want to involve Qingzhi in this mess. Matchmaker Xu's character was too despicable. What if she spoke ill of Qingzhi too?
Matchmaker Xu was in a miserable state after the fight. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a madwoman. Her clothes were pulled askew, and one of her shoes was missing. Her face bore several red and swollen handprints, making her look utterly disheveled.
Fuming, she retorted, "Li Qingyu, you've raised some good daughters. Whoever marries them marries a jinx!"
