"Thank you for the compliment," Ye Ranran's mother accepted the praise on her behalf.
The words on the tip of Ye Ranran's tongue were thus forcefully suppressed.
"So do you accept or not?" After waiting a while without hearing Mrs. Huo ask, Ye Ranran had no choice but to inquire.
"Do I have a choice?" Xia Qing said with a bitter smile.
Ye Ranran replied with a kind smile, "Ms. Xia talks as if my mother and I are here to snatch someone away. We'll leave our words here today. Whether you agree or not is up to you. If you agree, I'll take him away; if not, we won't force you. But after today, your son can never dream of taking the Huo surname!"
Ye Ranran spoke the last sentence with resounding force.
"Are you threatening me?" Xia Qing glared at her angrily.
"I wouldn't dare. As my elder, you deserve my respect!"
Her mild words somehow took the edge off Xia Qing's brewing anger.