The middle-aged woman was around the same age as Li Qingyun and richly dressed. She glanced over coldly, her eyes filled with disdain and derision for Ning Changfeng.
"Hmph."
Hearing Li Qingyun's words, the elderly woman in the lead snorted. "After all these years, you're still as stubborn as ever, refusing to admit you were wrong."
"Changfeng has always been very good to me. He's the man I love. I followed my heart, what's wrong with that?"
Li Qingyun looked at the elderly woman with a complicated expression. This was her mother, the wife of Li Tongguang.
Like Li Tongguang, her mother held a deep-seated prejudice against her marriage to Ning Changfeng.
From the bottom of her heart, the elderly woman despised Ning Changfeng. She looked down on this man from the tiny Baiquan Town.
In her mind, Li Qingyun should have married into a First-Class Noble House at the very least; Ning Changfeng was nothing but a toad lusting after a swan.
