"How much can you get by marrying Jiayu to the old man?"
Right at this moment, a male voice interrupted them and a man walked out of the crowd.
"Zhang Hao, what are you doing here?" Lin Jiayu was surprised to see him.
Zhang Hao didn't respond to Lin Jiayu right away, but coldly stared at her parents, waiting for their answer.
Lin Jiayu's parents were struck dumb for a second, then showed obvious disdain on their faces. Zhang Hao was Lin Jiayu's boyfriend, but he wasn't rich, so Lin Jiayu's parents didn't approve of their marriage.
"Two hundred thousand yuan," Lin Jiayu's mother said to Zhang Hao with arrogance. In their eyes, Zhang Hao was too poor to afford two hundred thousand yuan.
"Great, I can give you three hundred thousand yuan, and I want to marry Lin Jiayu, but you must agree to my condition and sign an agreement with me," Zhang Hao said.
Hearing that, both Lin Jiayu and her parents were shocked.
