She looked with hatred at Ho Jiayun and Ho Yumeng embracing each other, "Today is a good day for Ruzhou and Tongtong's engagement, and here they are crying and shouting, what is that about?"
"Shut your mouth!" Father Jian's face was livid, and he lowered his voice, saying, "Do you know who that is, and you want to drive them out? Are you looking for death?"
Mother Jian was stunned: "Who, who is what? What do you mean?"
Father Jian clenched his fists, his voice very low, but each word seemed to be bitten out from between his teeth: "That's the Second Young Master of the Lin Family! Do you know the Lin Family? A top-tier family in Beijing, the second son of the Lin Family!"
"Wha-what?" Mother Jian's eyes widened, speechless, not daring to believe her ears: "You-you must be mistaken, right? How-how is that possible?"
