Bai Shan gasped and paled. She knew the old madam was serious, "Please, mother, don't do this to me. I'm sorry, I just want to help my son find happiness. Is that too much."
The old madam snorted, "Don't call me mother. If you considered me one you would have listened."
Tang Liang felt a knot in his stomach as he listened to his mother and wife arguing over the dinner table.
He sighed and looked at his son, for some support. But Tang Zheng was busy eating his rice and vegetables, pretending to be oblivious to the tension in the room.
The room was silent once again as Butler Zhong felt awkward standing there. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he looked towards the old madam and asked, "What should I tell the guest outside?"
"Humph! Don't ask me, ask the person that invited her!" the old madam said with displeasure in her voice glaring at Bai Shan.
Butler Zhong awkwardly moved his gaze towards Bai Shan, who nodded.
