Chapter 11 Did You Sell Me Out?
An Zaili cleared his throat, "One million!"
An Yan clicked his tongue, "I remember you gave An Yirou twenty million for a shopping trip last time!"
Yang Suhua burst out, "How can you compare yourself with Yirou? Yirou is going to marry into the Fu Family!"
"Oh, so the Li Family isn't even worth one-twentieth of the Fu Family!" An Yan sneered lightly, "Is this what you call being responsible for my future and seeking a good match for me?"
Yang Suhua snorted coldly, "You say you grew up in the countryside, which of the arts of poetry, rites, music, or painting can you do? For the young master of the Li Family to fancy you, that would be your good fortune!"
An Yan shrugged, "So, with my qualifications, I could only be matched with the Li Family. Fine, I will make sure to relay Grandma's words accurately to the young master of the Li Family."
"You! You are such a curse!" Yang Suhua trembled with anger, "If you speak nonsense, I will make you regret it!"
"Are you threatening me now? I can't guarantee that a country bumpkin like me won't say something out of line." An Yan winked mischievously.
An Zaili's face turned gloomy as he took out another card and handed it over irritably, "There's about ten million in this card; it should be enough for your spending."
An Yan curled his lip and unabashedly took the card, "Then thank you, Daddy."
As he reached the door, he suddenly turned around, "By the way, Auntie Du said that smoky makeup and the 'Killer Matt' hairstyle suit me better."