"You, a heartless wretch, had the audacity to borrow money and not repay it, instead resorting to crooked schemes," she accused, waving a wooden stick in her hand and glaring at Xu Fangfang as if ready to devour her. "You propose offering your own sister as a bride to my son in exchange for the debt? My son is handsome and wealthy, admired by everyone from miles around. Why would he ever worry about finding a bride? If it weren't for family ties, would my son ever lower himself to marry a girl from a family on the verge of extinction?" The old lady's words were as ugly as her twisted account of the facts.
She was truly exalting her son to the heavens, comparing him to a peony bloom!
