Li Fengchang had initially taken Mi Shen to the old mansion to discuss marriage matters with the patriarch, but he hadn't expected to hear the noise of an argument as soon as he entered the house.
"I don't care, I don't care, none of you love me, I don't like Shen Yi at all, why do you insist on pushing me together with him?" Li Jinshan's voice was shrill, filling the entire house.
Pi Xiuya stood beside her, her face turning green with rage, "If you don't like him, if you don't like this or that, then tell me, who do you like?"
"Even if I like someone, can I just be with them? Mom, can you stop taking your menopausal anger out on me? I'm not your punching bag. You choose to remain a widow, but why must you dictate my happiness and force me to be with someone I don't like, and follow in your footsteps?"
"You..." Pi Xiuya's face turned pale, Li Jinshan's words piercing her heart like a sharp thorn.
