Seeing his son unmoved, Father Peng's brows furrowed into a deep frown.
"This won't do. The bell ringer must untie the bell!"
He turned his gaze to He Xiaohui, who was next to his son, and said coldly, "Five million! I'll give you five million to leave my son!"
If He Xiaohui were really after money, she would never have gotten together with Peng Ye in the first place.
She shook her head resolutely and said, "Uncle, I don't want your money! I just want to be with Ye! Please, uncle and auntie, give us your blessing!"
"I promise I will definitely respect you in the future..."
"Do I need your damn respect?"
Mother Peng had already been seething with rage. It was all because of this poor girl that her son had been ruined. In her fury, she raised her hand to slap He Xiaohui again.
Peng Ye's heart immediately panicked. He was about to intervene, but his father had already stepped in front of him.
"Don't!"
