Fan Yumeng, who had been looking down, suddenly raised her head, "Ji Zi'ang, how can you say that?"
"Why can't I? Do you really want to marry me? Do you think our house is a money-printing factory? Our family has no money. If you want to marry, then marry. If you don't, then we'll break up."
"Why is there no money? Your parents' supermarket is so big. How can they not have money? Besides, didn't you just win an award? The bonus alone was quite a lot, right? I think you're just trying to get something for nothing. You want to marry my daughter without spending a single cent. No way." Father Fan glared at him.
These words were too much. Li Xu and Zhang Kun's expressions were also extremely ugly.
The Fan family was blatantly plotting against their family.
Beside her, Ji Zixuan looked at Huang Weiwei worriedly.
When the two of them got married, Huang Weiwei did not ask for many betrothal gifts.
