Fu Yan raised an eyebrow, "The Hong Kong Shen Family has more presence than the Xu Family."
That was indeed true.
In Hong Kong, although the Xu Family wasn't bad, the Shen Family was the top of the tycoon hierarchy, the peak of power and privilege.
Even nationwide, there were few who could stand shoulder to shoulder with them.
"The Shen Family does have another daughter, seemingly called Shen Qiwei, but she's only twenty this year," Old Mrs. Song said succinctly, "Xu Lingwan is a better match for you."
To this, Fu Yan merely quirked his thin lips, "So many years have passed, yet you're still so enthusiastic, keen on arranging the marriages of the younger ones. It's just that..."
He sighed softly, "Why didn't you arrange my mother's marriage well back then?"
The room was heated, warm and comfortable.
Yet, at that moment, the air seemed to suddenly freeze.
Old Mrs. Song's fingers trembled as she held her teacup, the water inside rippling.
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