Chen Yiran still had her eyes closed and paid no attention to Sang Yijun.
"Hmph, don't think that by doing this you can make me change my mind! Being favored by a master is your good fortune!" Sang Yijun, seeing that Chen Yiran was ignoring him, immediately became angry and slammed the table as he shouted.
Chen Yiran still ignored him, as if what he had said had nothing to do with her.
"You are destined to go there! If you don't want anything to happen to Sang Yu, then obediently listen to me! The Family Head of the Zhang Family from the north of the city came to propose a marriage a few days ago, and I'm still considering it."
"That's your daughter!" Chen Yiran, who had not reacted until now, suddenly opened her eyes and glared fiercely at Sang Yijun. That man from the Zhang Family was almost a hundred years old, greedy and lustful, he had ruined women not in the thousands, at least nine hundred and ninety-nine.
"Hmph, nothing but useless garbage," said Sang Yijun with disdain.