"Oh, is that so? It seems pretty serious. To ensure my daughter's chastity and purity..."
Long Linger squinted her eyes, listening to Xia Yanxin, nodding earnestly, thinking Xia Yanxin would suggest killing him to silence him, as that's how it's always played out on TV—the lady sees her bath being watched, and if the peeping guy doesn't have the protagonist's aura, he's definitely done for.
"Then... I'll betroth you to him, how about you marry him when you turn eighteen?" Xia Yanxin mused for a while, half-serious, half-jokingly saying.
"Ah!!!!" Long Linger was so shocked her jaw almost dropped. "How can you do this... Mommy, no, no, it can't be like this!"
"Well, there's only this way to handle it now. Either you swallow the insult and marry him, or pretend nothing happened. What do you think?"
"Humph, I'm not talking to you anymore!" Long Linger stomped her foot in anger, turned around, and hurried upstairs.
