Nameless Nie laid his arm around Ye Wanwan's shoulders. "Old Pal Shen, I'm telling you, this is my younger sister. Don't you think we share a resemblance? She's my parents' foster daughter. If it was anybody else who dared to pursue my sister, I would've slapped him to death."
"However, you, Old Pal Shen, aren't just anyone else, so I'll reluctantly agree to your marriage… but about the betrothal gift… You know how both my sister and I are people who need to look good…"
"Brother Shen, don't worry, the betrothal gift isn't a problem! I'm also someone who needs to look good!" Eldest Young Master Shen clapped his chest.
Ye Wanwan: "…" What's going on…?
"Old Pal Shen, this isn't a pressing matter. It's just the betrothal gift… It's the thought that counts. Come, let's discuss it," Nameless Nie said cheerfully.
