"If I don't listen, you just won't say anything?" The old man's cup by his hand was smashed to the ground and shattered.
Faye squinted her eyes, stared fixedly at the old man, took a deep breath, and then laughed after a while: "I'm already married, and the wedding is in a few days. If you have time, you can come, but it's okay if you don't."
"Bastard!" The old man's chest heaved, and his trembling finger pointed at Faye: "I don't care who that woman is, I don't agree!"
Faye's lips curled into a mocking smile, but her voice lowered: "I'm an adult. Your disapproval has no constraint on me."
The old man was so angry that his mouth was pursed: "Be careful, I won't give you a penny."
Faye looked indifferent and said calmly: "It's your money, it's your freedom to give it to whomever you want, just like marrying whoever I want is my choice. We won't interfere with each other. Of course, since you raised me, I will certainly take care of you in your later years."
