Two people sat facing each other on the sofa in Tenten's living room.
"You're Neji Hyuga?" Tenten's father scrutinized the boy before him from head to toe. He wanted to see for himself what kind of man had made his daughter pine for him for three years.
For some reason, Neji, who had remained unfazed even when facing the Sharingan, seemed somewhat restrained under Tenten's father's gaze. "I'm Neji, sir."
"What have you been doing since leaving Konoha?" Tenten's father pressed.
No matter how he looked at Neji, he found him displeasing. He was only a little better-looking and a little smoother with his words. What gave him the right to marry Tenten?
"I've been training with my brother..."
"So you're unemployed?"
Neji touched his hair, feeling that he truly did not have a profession. "Yes."
Though Tenten's father was merely a merchant, his gaze was exceptionally sharp. "I see. What about your savings? Let me tell you this—my Tenten has been spoiled by me since she was little. Don't even think about marrying her unless you have at least a hundred million in savings."
He truly did not meet a single one of those requirements. Although his brother possessed the wealth of an entire nation, he had not given him a hundred million for travel expenses when he sent him out this time.
According to Hyuga Kei, someone would cover his travel expenses this time. Had his brother already calculated this far ahead?
"Dad! What are you even talking about?!" Tenten returned after washing some fruit, and her face flushed red when she heard that. She raised her hand and smacked her father on the shoulder.
The moment Tenten's father saw his daughter return, his expression changed at once, and he put on a smile. "Tenten, I'm just checking