Jiang Shilin's body shuddered, his face full of anguish as he looked at his mother, his voice hoarse as he said, "Mother, please stop saying anything!" After speaking, he tightly grasped Tong Xiyan's hand.
With a thud, Old Madam Jiang's cane struck the ground, and she shouted angrily, "Unfilial son, is this how you talk to your mother?" After speaking, she looked at the people in the room and said, "There's no point in asking him, I gave birth to him, choosing a wife for him is naturally up to me!"
"I don't think it's entirely up to you anymore," Xiqiu said with a sneer, looking at Old Madam Jiang.
