Half an hour later, Chu Mo and Xia Fei arrived at Ning Yang's home.
At this moment, Ning Yang had a face full of sorrow.
"Boss, my girlfriend just called again, saying her mother has already taken her out, heading to Junyue Hotel, where a high-class wine reception is being held. The attendees are all high society folks!"
"And her mother said, unless I cough up a million, there's no way I can marry her daughter – not even a chance!"
Bringing up his girlfriend's powerful mother, Ning Yang felt his blood rising.
But after all, she's their daughter, he can't just take her away by force, right?
Moreover, in today's society, it's normal for the mother of the bride to demand a dowry.
"A million? I think this isn't marrying off a daughter; it's selling one!" Chu Mo raised an eyebrow, his complexion not looking too good as he spoke.
"But I'm out of options, I can't just kidnap their daughter." Ning Yang spoke helplessly.
