Xue Shuying saw her son ignoring her, she stood by the bed looking at Gu Mingzhu, "Such a pity, such a beautiful child. If she could marry Xiaozhi, the children they bear would surely be equally beautiful."
"Then you should hurry up and let your eldest son take her in, so she stops causing trouble here," Li Yeqi said.
Xue Shuying sighed, "A forced melon isn't sweet, besides, she took a fancy to you and Luoluo. Introducing Xiaozhi into the mix—are you hoping for the four of you to share a bed?"
"You really have a way with shocking words," Li Yeqi's face turned ashen. How could he not realize that Xue Shuying was mocking him? Having such a mother in the Li Family was truly unfortunate.
Seeing her son about to explode with anger, Xue Shuying got back to the point, "Xiaoqin, no matter what, you shouldn't have hurt someone. Gu was a wartime comrade of your grandfather, who owed him a life-saving favor. What does your action put your grandfather in? "