"Your grandmother will choose a suitable person for you. You just need to make preparations and hurry home to get married."
"What if I don't agree?" Ye Lanchen's eyes darkened and became colder when he heard the old man's words.
"If you don't agree, then prepare to settle my funeral," Elder Ye directly shouted. The meaning of his threat could not be more obvious.
"Alright, don't worry. I'll do it splendidly." On the other end of the phone, Ye Lanchen suddenly laughed. However, his laughter was clearly a little cold. It was the kind of cold that made one's hair stand on end.
Ye Lanchen then directly hung up the phone.
"This brat is going to make me die from anger. He, he..." Elder Ye was so angry that he almost could not breathe.
