The one who spoke was a vixen even more flamboyant than Zhao Qingqing, and standing beside her was a foppish young man. At the sight of her, Su Qingning's expression darkened.
She said coldly, "Su Qingfeng, if you can't speak, then shut your mouth!"
Her words identified the flamboyant vixen. It was the daughter of Su Qingning's paternal uncle.
"Oh, you married a filthy beggar yourself, but you won't let anyone else say it? If you're so high and mighty, why did you marry him in the first place?" Su Qingfeng mocked in a singsong voice. "I remember when we were little, a blind fortune teller said that you, Su Qingning, would marry a dragon among men. But look at you now, married to a filthy beggar. That same blind man said I would marry a beggar, but what happened? My husband is the young master of a second-tier family in Jinling City."
