Lin Qingya knew her mother was mercenary, always despising the poor and adoring the rich. She strived to control her emotions, speaking as calmly as possible, "Yu indeed has no money, no background, and no connections."
"But so what? Who said that only a man can provide for a family?"
"Even if Yu lives off a woman, I, Lin Qingya, can afford to support him!"
Han Yu, who was not far away, saw his forehead crease with lines at her words.
Lang Feng next to him felt like laughing but still covered his mouth.
"You!"
Yang Hongxia had not expected her daughter to be so stubborn, she stamped her foot in anger, "You really want to anger me to death! To death!"
Seeing her husband silent as a wooden figure, uttering not a word, she immediately vented at him, "Qingya is your daughter too, say something! Give her good advice!"
"Mr. Qiao has deep feelings for her, sparing no effort to come back from Xiangcheng to find her…"
"Hongxia, just keep quiet, there are so many people watching."
