"What does that mean?" Grandma Su's face turned cold.
Su Nanzhi: "I've canceled the marriage arrangement with the Zhao Family; I don't need someone else to marry in my stead."
"Canceled?—" Grandma Su's voice suddenly became shrill. "When did you cancel it?"
Su Nanzhi: "Why such a big reaction, Grandma? Wasn't it you who said that if I couldn't cancel it, my cousin would have to replace me? Now it's canceled, isn't it?"
With a "bang," Grandma Su slammed her hand on the coffee table. "Marriage is a serious matter; who allowed you to make your own decisions and cancel it?"
Su Nanzhi didn't speak, but she was always fearless. If she were to fear anything, it would likely be death.
A grandmother she had almost never met, trying to dictate her life, naturally was not something Su Nanzhi would entertain.
