Su Zhiruan followed Xie Yanshang into the room.
"You must hate me deeply!" The old master looked at the two of them, who remained vigilant without getting too close to him, so he slowly smirked with a bitter smile. His voice was hoarse and tearing, just listening to it felt overtly repulsive. "I was always against you two being together, actively tried to match you with the Zhou Family's young lady. Now, I'm curious whether, having given up on Miss Zhou, your days together are still as firm as when you rebutted me, as indestructible as gold and emotion?"
In the darkness, Xie Yanshang took Su Zhiruan's hand, his voice indifferent, "That should surprise you, we got married!"
Su Zhiruan cooperated by holding his hand and looked toward the old master.
The old master seemed not to believe in love, his face was mocking when he spoke earlier, as if he had already foreseen their future. Now, upon hearing Xie Yanshang's reply, his expression went through a series of changes.
