She was very clear that her son did not love Miss Ai.
After a two-second silence, her gaze gradually turned cold as she asked, "Son, is someone forcing you?"
Iron Hand was taken aback. "No."
Raising her finger slowly, Iron Hand's mom suddenly pointed towards the living room where Iron Hand's dad's portrait hung, staring at him as she spoke, word by word.
"Ah Yi, Mom won't stop you. But I need you to tell me in front of your dad's face, why must you choose a woman you don't like?"
"Mom, I don't dislike her."
"Say it looking at your dad!"
Under his mom's suddenly stern voice, Iron Hand followed the direction of her pointing finger, his gaze falling on that black and white portrait. The dad in the photo, who had remained the same for decades, was forever captured in his youngest and most handsome years. Every time he saw him, he'd remember his dad's hearty laughter from his childhood.
