Upon hearing this, Ms. Wang grew even angrier.
Instantly, she scolded, "You think a worthless scoundrel like you deserves to eat swan meat? Take a look at yourself and see if you're even a match."
"Mom, don't get angry with these kinds of people." Seeing that Ms. Wang was truly infuriated, Yang Chuxia hurried to comfort her, "This kind of person has something wrong in their head—probably when they were born, they came out feet first and damaged their brain."
Though the mother and daughter said such harsh words, Boy Qian, as if brain-dead, kept on shouting to his mother, "Mom, I want to marry her! Mom, I want to marry her! She's even prettier!"
"No, you cannot marry this one!"
"Why not?"
"She just scolded your mother! I won't let her into our home."
Then, Boy Qian said, "Mom, don't be angry; I'll make her apologize to you, alright? Mom, I really want to marry her, so please agree. We will take good care of you in the future."
