"Su Qinglong! If the kids are willing, why the heck are you meddling?" he glared at Su Qinglong, grinding his teeth with hatred.
Su Qinglong sneered at him, "Now you realize the kids are willing? Where did you, you old fox, curl up and sleep before? Why should it be that whenever you want to marry off someone, they have to marry? I make the decisions for my granddaughter, and she won't marry into your family. Find another bride for your precious grandson, huh? My granddaughter becoming your granddaughter-in-law? Not even a chance through a crack in the window!"
Mu Zetian was so angered by Su Qinglong's barrage of words that he almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood; he felt his head throbbing with blood, and his hands and feet were trembling out of his control.
No, contending with a savage like this required a verbal fight back; otherwise, the rage building inside would have nowhere to go, and it might just end up killing him with anger!
