The words of Yang Ming plunged the hearts of the An Family into despair, extinguishing the hope that had just been ignited.
But they couldn't resent it, after all, this family of three had only met them once. Being able to give An'an twenty taels of silver was already not easy, how could they also ask for another thirty taels?
What's more, there was the blatant threat from the Zheng Family, anyone would make the same choice.
Just as Yang Ming was about to say something more, Old An was interrupted. He almost spoke with a trembling voice, "Child, Uncle understands, Uncle doesn't blame you."
"Hahaha, young man, you're quite the smart one, that's more like it!" Old Zheng, sitting there, was finally pleased. Since the young man didn't lend silver to Old An's family, An'an was sure to become his son's wife.
Then he shouted at Old An's family, "Old An, since you can't come up with fifty taels of silver, call An'an out now. My son is waiting at home to get married."
