Feng Lan ground her teeth in anger. She sneered, "What good is a sharp tongue? In a couple more years, you'll be married off—a daughter married is like water splashed out the door. Oh, I forgot. If you really did that disgraceful thing, whether you can even get married is another question entirely!"
Su Yun immediately flung a scalding flatbread at her. It struck Feng Lan on the hand, making her yelp and grimace in pain.
Say what you will about her, but not about her daughter. Never.
Su Yun said coldly, "Feng Lan, if you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll drop everything I'm doing today just to rip your mouth to shreds!"
Seeing the murderous glint in Su Yun's eyes, Feng Lan's expression turned foul. Though she was seething, she ultimately said nothing. After picking out the largest flatbreads, she snorted coldly and turned to leave.
