Ye Junliang was too embarrassed to continue the conversation.
Nan Jiaojiao considerately waited for him a moment, but when no words came, she turned to Bo Yanching and said, "Sorry, my grandfather hasn't decided how much dowry to add. Maybe we should call off this marriage."
Oh ho?
Bo Yanching almost instantly wanted to stop her.
He really wanted to marry her.
But when he looked at Nan Jiaojiao's innocent face, he suddenly understood that the little girl was playing the fool.
He pretended to tap the armrest of his chair, and after a few soft taps, he lightly clenched his fingers, "Alright then."
"…"
The Ye family members were all unable to react.
Ye Junliang's hand felt empty.
Bo Yanching had taken Nan Jiaojiao into his arms, "I respect your wishes. Whenever you want me to marry you, that's when we'll do it."
Nan Jiaojiao shyly hummed in agreement.
Her demeanor was cheekily playful.
