Ma Dishi's words got stuck in her throat, and she shrank back again. She didn't want to get hit, but she was still not giving up. She kept staring at her son, as her son surely wouldn't dare hit her.
"Mother, just give up on this idea." Ma Laiwang looked at his mother, "I'm at this age, being able to marry a wife is already a blessing from our ancestors. If you're really my mother and expect me to care for you in your old age, then please calm down. Besides, after the marriage, I'll move out. Staying at home, even Qiaoqiao might not stay with me for long."
"Laiwang!" Ma Qiang frowned. Moving out means splitting the family, right? It would be a laughingstock to have just one son and still split the family.
"Dad." Ma Laiwang wasn't intending to back down, "If we live in the same courtyard, it won't be good."
"But splitting the family will be mocked."
