"What's wrong with my daughter, she's bound to marry someone sooner or later, what difference does it make who it is? Once she's married off, she's no longer one of our own," Mr. Su snorted coldly.
"How is she not one of our own just because she's married off!" Yingtao was unhappy.
"It's just a million yuan for the bride price, I'll pay it, is that okay?" Zhao Yang said coldly.
He could tell that Su Xiaoyue's deadbeat dad had already made up his mind to sell his daughter to that bastard pig farmer.
"You'll pay?" Mr. Su was taken aback, then sneered, "Can you afford it?"
Not just Mr. Su, but the surrounding crowd was also stunned.
Had Zhao Yang lost his mind? A million yuan, you'll pay?
Even if you're going to marry a bride, you don't need to throw out a million yuan!
Once that million yuan is given away, it's never coming back!
"Don't worry about whether I can afford it or not, just tell me if it's okay!" Zhao Yang said.
