Huo Yuchen quickly dragged Xu Su into the study, not even letting him finish his meal.
With a mouthful of shrimp he had yet to swallow, Xu Su stared at him coldly. "You'd better have a good reason."
Though his mouth was full, it did not stop him from grinding those words out through his back teeth.
"I do. A big one."
Huo Yuchen answered him, his voice filled with barely containable excitement.
Xu Su kept it short and intimidating: "Talk!"
Huo Yuchen did not talk.
He acted.
Brimming with joy, yet no less solemn for it, he presented the bride price list he had prepared long before.
To him, "talking" was useless. Only this tangible bride price list, something Xu Su could actually see, could convey his sincerity.
Unfortunately, however...
"What? A bill?"
"..."
Not only had this little tyrant failed to get the message, he had inexplicably grown wary.
"If you want money, go ask your own grandpa. I don't have the money to pay any bills for you."
"..."
At the top of the stairs outside the study.
His own grandpa stole a furtive glance inside. "Do you think there's a chance?"
Beside him, Old Mao wore the same furtive look. "Absolutely. Rest assured."
"I can't rest assured in the slightest."
Huo Ruhui turned to him. "Especially after discovering the intelligence was wrong. This feeling that I won't be able to close my eyes even in death just keeps getting stronger."
Old Mao said, "Nonsense! How was the intelligence wrong?"
Huo Ruhui pointed at the study. "You said they were both willing, perfectly matched, mutually in love, and deeply devoted as a couple. What is this, then?"
Without blushing or missing a beat, Old Mao said, "They're about to be both willing, perfectly matched, mutually in love,