Zhu Zhihua, carrying a small knife in her bag, pressed the buzzer of Su Li's front door.
Upon seeing her daughter whom she hadn't seen for many days, Zhu Zhihua swiftly pulled out the knife from her bag and held it to her own neck.
"I'm laying it out here. You're coming back with me to meet the suitors now, or you'll be pushing me to my death."
Su Li coldly watched everything unfold, her expression unflappable.
She cocked her head, asking in puzzlement, "I've always been very unclear."
"How does whether I marry or not become linked to you dying?"
"Isn't getting married my own affair?"
"As a legal adult, I should have the right to decide how my life should proceed."
"You have your life, I can't make decisions for you, and conversely, the same rule applies."
Zhu Zhihua did not listen to a word Su Li said, as she only saw her daughter's indifference.
This was something she couldn't accept.