After speaking, Luo Linhao turned around and looked at Old Madam Luo, "Listen up, old lady, return the engagement in the way you arranged it. Otherwise, on the wedding day, if the bride in the sedan isn't Luo Linfei, it's going to be you! Mark my words, at your age, you should rest peacefully at home, instead of meddling left and right. Be careful, or you'll break your hand reaching too far."
Having finished his words, Luo Linhao flung his sleeve and left.
Old Madam Luo was so angry her eyes rolled back, looking as if she might faint at any moment.
And the legitimate daughter of the first branch, Luo Linfei, was even more furious, her cheeks flushed red. This bastard actually dared to compare her, a legitimate daughter of the first branch, with a concubine's child? "Luo Linhao, you just wait!"
