Zhou Sinian halted and subtly retreated two steps, his expression remained unchanged, "Speak."
Clearly that man stopping him meant no good, he wanted to hear for himself what exactly the man wished to say.
Overwhelmed by Zhou's imposing aura, Ye Xiuran felt some fear creeping into his heart, but remembering the large dowry payment, he forcefully suppressed his fear. With a pleasing smile plastered on his face, he said, "Young man, after all, she's the daughter of our Ye family. Although you are divorced now, shouldn't you make up for the dowry?"
Sang Lingling, who was filled with gloom, was instantly taken aback. She looked at her son with a hopeful expression. Right, she had forgotten about the dowry. When marrying her daughter, paying a dowry was just right and proper. If they can get this dowry money, even if they can't get the wealth in Ye Nanxun's hands, it can still help the Ye family get by for a while.
