"That's new energy we're talking about, new energy!" He Yirong wished he could jump onto the table and scold his son by pointing at his nose!
He Jingyao rubbed his temples helplessly, "Dad, are you planning to sell me?"
Ye Shutong threw out this huge pie because she had her own ulterior motive.
And now, her ulterior motive was quite ready to leap out.
To convince her uncle, perhaps a closer relationship between the Ye Family and the He Family, such as a marriage alliance, was necessary.
He had no doubt that this was Ye Shutong's intention.
"Just for this? Just for this reason?" He Yirong, angry, his face flush with frustration, said, "That's absurd... simply absurd! She hasn't even made any demands yet! Could you die from first agreeing to it?"
"Anyway, the result would be the same, so why not refuse it first, wouldn't it make you look noble and principled?" He Jingyao smiled.
