Tan Lirong came to Wen Peipei's side, her expression anxiety-ridden as she comforted her.
Wen Peipei smoothed out the rage in her chest, staring at Su Zhongyuan with neither servility nor arrogance.
"What do you mean by that?"
Su Zhongyuan huffed coldly and stood up, leaning on his cane.
"I have no objections to Xinyan's marriage to Gu Heng, but the things promised to Xinyan must be prepared likewise for Xiao Ran when she gets married. As for the Su Family…"
He paused briefly, "Do as you please." Dropping those four words, he turned and went upstairs!
After all, Xiao Ran didn't care!
Besides, it was still uncertain whose hands the Su Family would end up in.
Wen Peipei bit her teeth in frustration, speaking to Su Zhongyuan's receding figure:
"You're not going to discuss Xinyan's marriage with us?"
Su Zhongyuan didn't pause or respond, unhesitatingly ascending the stairs.
Tan Lirong's gaze lifted to Su Xinyan; the mother and daughter shared a look.
