"Huh?" Nangong Rongyao was stunned by the question. "Then what else do you want?"
"It doesn't make sense." Le Yao shook her head. "Whether it's on television or in novels, when it comes to the unsupportive in-laws, they always throw out cheques. The classic line is 'Leave my son and this five million cash is yours', but why aren't you doing that?"
The corners of Nangong Rongyao's mouth twitched, then twitched again… He raised his hand and pressed on his heart, feeling like his heart was going to cramp.
It took him a long time to calm down and take a deep breath.
"You'll leave him if I give you money?"
"Well…" Le Yao rubbed her nose. "Why don't you give it to me first?"
"You…" Nangong Rongyao was furious. He could tell that this brat was fooling him. "Heh, stop pestering me. I'm his father, so he has to listen to me."
