"What you're saying makes no sense. What calculations can I have? The palm and the back of the hand are both flesh," Gu Shiliu's mother retorted angrily, glaring as she argued, "They all come from my womb, they are all my children."
Gu Shiliu's father sneered and said, "Enough, with so many children, saying these things as if no one else ever had children. It's true that both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, but the flesh on the back of the hand is not so likable. Previously, I just turned a blind eye, but not anymore. Our Shiliu is under the protection of the Marquis and Madam, and when it comes to marriage, don't always think about finding someone easy to manage to support the second child. Don't say I didn't remind you; let's put the ugly words up front."
Hong Mian waited for a long time before seeing Gu Shiliu's parents come in, both looking troubled, and her heart sank.
