If Ye Fanxing were to marry someone from a public institution, she would say it with pride.
Ye Fanxing sighed helplessly, sometimes she felt more than just angry, she felt hopeless; her mother was a typical small townsfolk, and the people she usually dealt with were of the same kind.
Ye Fanxing had no hope that her mother would have any foresight.
However, she did not come to argue with her mother today, "I am married, his parents want to meet you. Let me know when you're free!"
"Sister, are you really married?" Ye Zichen couldn't quite believe it.
Ye Fanxing glanced at Mrs. Ye, who was struggling to digest this fact. Regardless of whether her mother agreed or disagreed, it was a fact, "Isn't mom's wish for me to get married? I'm sure she's happy now that I've gotten married."
"You damned girl! Are you trying to kill me?" Mrs. Ye was furious after hearing the news.