Dahu was about to speak but suddenly hesitated, instinctively looking at Jing'er, only to see her bashfully standing there, her pretty face blushing with no sign of opposition.
"Lin Sanshui, don't even think about it! As long as I'm alive, don't dream of my son marrying the daughter of that woman!" Mrs. Jiang couldn't hold it in anymore and started crying, her sobs mournful and uncontrolled.
The crying in the main room grew louder and louder; Gu Nian couldn't pretend not to hear.
Even Sanhu and Little Hu, who knew little about the matter, got out of bed and ran towards the main room.
Little Hu was a true 6-year-old child; Gu Nian was a step behind as he had already clung to Mrs. Jiang, crying as well, his voice almost as loud as hers.
Sanhu was always clever, but he was only eight or nine years old; his eyes fiercely glared at Jing'er and her brother. He only understood that it was their arrival that made his parents argue and his mother cry.
