Chapter 793: The Friend Who Sells Fried Rice
Xi Luo watched Ai Bo hurry in and out until he left the living room before turning her gaze to her weary father and asking, "What did he come for?"
Mr. Xi, over fifty-five years old with a square and stern face, looked completely helpless.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his head with a sigh, and before he could speak, Xi Ze puffed out his chest and replied proudly, "Sis, he wants to be my brother-in-law."
Xi Luo expressionlessly dug at her ear, "Be your what?"
Mr. Xi, holding a warning look, glanced at Xi Ze before standing up and walking over to Xi Luo, reassuring her with a chuckle, "Don’t listen to your brother’s nonsense, it’s nothing like that."
Xi Ze pursed his lips, ignoring his dad’s look, and rattled off the entire situation like a machine gun.
Three minutes later, Xi Luo’s expression grew colder and a mocking smile appeared on her lips, "So, if we don’t agree to the arranged marriage, the government is going to reclaim that piece of land in South Shington?"
"That’s what I gathered from Ai Bo," Xi Ze nodded on his own accord, "Sis, did you offend them or something? That land in South Shington has been under our name for a long time, and I haven’t heard anything about the government reclaiming land recently. Why are they suddenly targeting us?"
Xi Luo didn’t say a word, but Gu Chenn had an epiphany.
Suddenly, he remembered what Xiao Yehui said to her in the BTI headquarters lobby a couple of days ago.