Ning Zeyan stepped forward and blocked Tong Songlin, "Sorry, Mrs. Gu, although I shouldn't interfere with you disciplining your daughter, I can't just sit by when I see someone I care about like this. Xi Yao has already been greatly hurt, please don't say anything more to her."
"You feel sorry for her?" Tong Songlin's lips curled into a faint smile, "But if I don't relent, do you think my daughter will marry you?"
Ning Zeyan frowned, then quickly smiled lightly, "I know you're still blaming me for not listening to you six years ago, for intercepting Xi Yao midway. But think carefully, if I hadn't stopped her at that time, Lu Beichen might have already disregarded you and Uncle Gu. At that time, Xi Yao would have been even more deeply wounded."
Tong Songlin's face maintained a faint smile, "Even without the incident six years ago, when Ning Zesheng ****, our Gu and Ning families were already at odds. Now, should I marry my daughter to you, wouldn't it be even more of a joke?"
