Su Xuan almost didn't throw the teacup in her hand, "Tch, daring to dream of forming marital ties through our children, now everyone's avoiding the Yao family like the plague. I was only able to meet Shen Yile today because of the face given by the Hou Residence, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting."
Shen Yile's face stiffened, because Su Xuan's expression was too obvious. Holding onto her son's wrist, "Look at me, getting carried away with my foolish talk."
Su Xuan didn't want to trample on Shen Yile's dignity, and she felt a pang of melancholy. Shen Yile had been so glorious in the past, and now, "The matrimonial affairs of our children are all decided by my mother-in-law and father-in-law. I truly don't dare to make any promises."
Saying this was a way of saving Shen Yile's face.
