Jiang Beiyu looked exhausted, with bloodshot eyes, and an aura of death around him. Even the clothes he was wearing were from a few days ago. Hearing his mother speak, he didn't react much, just nodded and said, "Mmm."
"You see, you're still too young, too impatient," Jiang's mother said with some frustration, patting her son, "If you really liked her, you could have done whatever you wanted after getting the Su Family's wealth. Not just keeping one, even fifty would be fine. But now, it's likely the Su Family won't agree."
"I know," Jiang Beiyu said as he looked at his wrinkled clothes, suddenly recalling the blissful life he had when living in Su Zhiruan's house. She even prepared a whole wardrobe for him, filled with designer clothes, but now that he had been kicked out, all he could do was sigh in vain.
From an inconspicuous corner, Su Zhiruan prepared to listen in on what else this mother and son could come up with.