The usually composed and graceful Mrs. Bo rarely showed surprise, "What?"
"Isn't this how it always plays out on TV? The mother is not fond of her son's girlfriend, secretly invites her out, and gives her a sum of money to make her willingly walk away?" Tong Yan smiled, poised and confident, putting down her coffee with a firm tone, "So Mrs. Bo, how much is your son worth?"
Her eyes were beautiful, clear and bright, like a sky full of stars, dazzling to the point where one could hardly look directly.
Mrs. Bo was speechless for a moment; she believed that her words alone would make the other person give up, out of inferiority and emotional fragility.
But she unexpectedly said that, completely beyond Mrs. Bo's expectations.
How should she respond?
It seemed like a deadlock.
If she gave money, it would insult her son; if she didn't, the woman surely wouldn't give up.
