Hong Ping's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the heart, and Mrs. Hong grew increasingly angry as she listened.
She looked down on her sister-in-law's nephew, indeed because she despised the lack of family background and culture, but how could her daughter be the same? How could they be compared!
Firstly, her Lingling was a girl, and in the future girls don't need to support the family, so why compare family backgrounds? As long as she can bear children at home and take good care of the family, that's enough. What's more, her Lingling is pretty and cultured, which is far better than many girls nowadays.
Mrs. Hong glanced at Hong Ping, didn't argue with her words, and only said, "You've studied a lot and went to college, I can't argue with you. I won't say anything further; besides, how do you know the other party doesn't fancy Lingling? I'm not expecting anything from you, just don't interfere if your sister ends up with that boy from the Ruan Family's big house."
