"As for the difference in status, don't worry about it. Miss will back you up and arrange for a hefty dowry to ensure that you have a grand wedding that will make everyone envious."
"Miss."
Wei Shumin's eyes flashed with emotion, wavering.
"Eighth Brother is outside. I'll let him in so you two can have a good talk and clear things up. No need to keep hurting yourselves."
Lin Qingluo didn't give her a chance to reject the idea, stood up from the chair, and dashed out at a remarkable speed.
Wei Shumin hadn't yet reacted when Lin Qingluo, as swift as the wind, had already flung open the door and exited the room.
"Sister."
Lin Jinhao, who had been anxiously waiting in the courtyard, hurriedly approached her.
"Shumin's heart has been moved."
Lin Qingluo patted his shoulder for encouragement, "Success or failure rests on this. It's up to you now."
"Alright."
Lin Jinhao nervously rubbed his hands, took a deep breath, and strode into the room.
