Chu Xuanhe glared furiously at Lu Feng. An invisible pressure surged forth, only to be effortlessly dissolved midair by Zhong Sanxiao.
Though Chu Xuanhe was filled with rage, with so many eyes upon them, as the head of the Chu Family, he could not very well strike directly at a junior and risk losing face.
Seeing this, Chu Youren promptly took the anger upon himself and rebuked Lu Feng, "What gives you the nerve to say such things? Take a good look at how destitute your Lin Family has become, and you still dare claim you want to marry my sister? Do you want her to help you brew soy juice at your home, or huddle away in Small Alley selling fruit? Your Lin Family may not find that shameful, but my Chu Family certainly does!"
Hearing Chu Youren's words, Chu Xuanhe nodded in satisfaction. This was indeed an excellent excuse to refuse them. Surely the Lin Family would no longer shamelessly persist in proposing the marriage.
"Heh."
Lu Feng sneered once more. "Young Master Chu, you underestimate my Lin Family far too much!"
"My Lin Family once ranked among the great families. Naturally, we can do so again today."
"Since ancient times, what hero has never known a day of hardship?"
"How can you be so certain that my Lin Family will never rise again from the ashes?"
Chu Youren froze for a moment at Lu Feng's words. Once he recovered, he could not help but mock him. "Have you lost your mind, or have you only just returned to the Lin Family and still failed to grasp the situation? With the Lin Family as it is now, what do you intend to use to enter the ranks of the great families? That soy juice hall no one visits,