"Madam Zhou, this is on Lin Caisang's turf. I advise you, there are some things that should not be said. It's best if you keep them to yourself. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you and your family will be able to leave this village safely!"
Lin Caisang's cold eyes gazed at Madam Zhou, issuing a threat.
"You—"
Madam Zhou had a surge of anger stuck in her throat, unable to rise or fall.
"Furthermore."
A look of contempt swept across Lin Caisang's face as she glanced at the silent Zhou Liang.
"Let me be frank, Madam Zhou. Your son, managing to aim for a marriage with the official residence, is already reaching beyond his grasp, and you still want more? What, do you think your son could possibly marry a princess to bring home? It really is a pity for the hearts of parents worldwide that even if their own son is a clump of mud that won't stick to the wall, they probably see him as a treasure in your eyes, right?"
"Lin Caisang!"
Madam Zhou ground her teeth in hatred.