"What are you dissatisfied with?" Ling Mingrui's voice showed no anger, seeming quite composed.
"Empty-handed, you resolved my mother's resentment without paying anything. Your selfish intentions are heavy; you're too biased!" Luo Ziling said with a mocking expression. "The wedding date for my parents was set long ago, and grandfather promised that the Northern Group would be my mother's dowry. Now you bring these things back up, treating them as treasures for us, and call it a great favor. Ling Zhengping did so many bad things, yet not a single harsh word fell upon him. His promises were merely agreeing not to meddle in things he never had the right to touch. He promised not to do things he lacked the ability to do in the first place, and was struggling for a way out, but you gave him a little stool to step down comfortably, making us feel it was an immense gift."
While Luo Ziling was speaking, Ling Ruonan kept tugging at his arm, urging him not to speak so passionately.
