Murong Hong observed Zhu Jing's expression and knew that what he had just mentioned had a restraining effect on Zhu Jing.
He continued to persuade her, "Actually, losing a kidney is really nothing. As long as she can take good care of herself, I promise to find Feifei a good partner in the future..."
Zhu Jing interrupted him, "Can you make Murong Jiu marry her?"
The rest of Murong Hong's words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know how to answer.
Zhu Jing's lips curled into a mocking smile. She said, "Look, if you're not willing to let your son marry my daughter, why would anyone else marry her?"
As she spoke, tears started to fall.
Murong Hong was most afraid of her crying. He said, "Don't cry, if..." He gritted his teeth and said, "If you really want Feifei to marry Ah Jiu, then I agree..."
Just as he finished speaking, an especially angry voice said, "I don't agree."
