At the dining table, Wu Xiaoru, Wu Yong, Wu Xiaoru's mother Zhang Yulian, and a man Zhang Xiaoshan had never met before were seated.
The man had a lopsided, unattractive face and was quite bald. He looked to be about thirty-five years old.
When Wu Xiaoru saw Zhang Xiaoshan, her expression faltered, and her lips trembled as if she wanted to say something. However, she ended up saying nothing.
Instead, it was Wu Xiaoru's brother Wu Yong, who was the first to sneer at Zhang Xiaoshan.
"Hmph, I thought you were something special, acting so tough that day. Now what, have you come to apologize and beg for mercy?"
Zhang Yulian spat out a sound of contempt and then pointed at Zhang Xiaoshan's nose, shouting arrogantly.
"Kid, you will never be with my daughter in this lifetime. Do you think you are worthy?"
"Look, this is Wang Xiaolong, the heir to the richest family in Qingshan Town, and he will be my daughter Xiaoru's husband soon. How could you compare to Mr. Wang?"
