"When did you tell me you rented the house to a stranger, a man? Living with an unfamiliar man every day, what will others think of you?"
"This morning Xia Bing told me, you don't like him. He kindly offered to take you home, and your tenant beat him up instead, claiming to be your boyfriend. Xia Bing is such a good young man, he's good-looking and influential. If you could be together, his father could help our family's business a lot!"
"How can you grow up like this and still not be reassuring? Xia Bing is such a good child, and you don't like him, but you mix with someone of unknown origin."
Tang Rong held back from speaking. She still understood her mother; when she's angry, reasoning doesn't work, otherwise, old grievances from eight hundred years ago would be dragged up, and regardless of what happened, her mother would absolutely control the conversation, so reasoning was useless.
