Grandfather Li's face kept changing, from purple to white, and he clutched his cane in anger.
It seemed that he would hit Li Nanheng to death with his cane if he dared to say another word.
Marry the old clothes of a dead person?
Bullshit!
"Come on! Feng Mingzhu has already come downstairs. Even if you have no plans to marry her, you should meet with her anyway! "
"I'm not going to meet, talk to, or marry her" This was Nanheng's final response to his arranged marriage with Feng Mingzhu.
As long as he had made a decision, even the grandfathers of the Li family couldn't make him change his mind. Listening to his callous words, Grandfather Li knew that he was definitely not going to marry the eldest daughter of the Feng family.