"Alright, you're not ugly at all, on the contrary, you're very handsome, but no matter how handsome you are, it won't help; no woman wants to marry a handsome guy without money because looks can't be eaten." Wu Yue giggled and said, "So, you now have to inherit the position of Chen Clan Leader before we marry you."
"If you want to inherit, go inherit it yourself, don't bother me."
Yang Tian lay on the sofa, stretched lazily, feeling very comfortable.
"Yang Tian, it's for our own good!" Wu Yue, seeing the hard approach didn't work, started with a soft one: "Think about it, you have so many women, and you still have to marry me and Yingying. If you don't inherit the Chen family's wealth, how will you give us happiness?"
Yang Tian opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yue seriously: "You're not wrong."
"Right? I make sense, don't I? So why don't you quickly agree with Madam Chen?"
Wu Yue giggled again.
