Mo Xiaoqiang and his brother were anxiously waiting not far away. Seeing Mo Hengjian walk out, they hurriedly approached him...
"Jianjian, Jianjian, what's going on? What did the old master say?"
At this moment, Mo Hengjian's mind was a chaotic mess, unable to think of anything except one thought: he couldn't let Cui Hua marry the old master, otherwise Cui Hua's life would be ruined.
Mo Daoyan shook his son's shoulder forcefully: "Jianjian, we're asking you here! Why aren't you speaking?"
Mo Hengjian snapped back to reality, remembering that he hadn't asked anything except about the girl's background, and walked out in a daze.
"Huh?"
"Did the old man succeed in the matchmaking?"
"Succeeded." Mo Hengjian felt a pang in his heart, the woman he loved most was taken away by his grandfather, an indescribable feeling brewed inside him.
"How much betrothal gift did you give them?"
"Forgot to ask."
"Oh dear, such an important thing, and you actually forgot to ask."
