Yang Dong's words surprised everyone in the other room. The joy that was just on their faces disappeared; they had thought they had persuaded Yang Dong, but he wasn't convinced at all.
Aunt Lan Hua's smile also vanished, and with a somewhat stern face, she asked, "Yang Dong, what do you mean by that?"
Yang Dong replied unhurriedly, "Aunt Lan Hua, I've come today to discuss the bride price. A hundred taels is impossible. If you insist on a hundred taels, then the matter between Yang Xiaocui and me is over."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Lan Hua immediately jumped up and shouted, "Over? Yang Dong, you promised in front of so many people to marry our Xiaocui, and now you say it's over? How do you expect our Xiaocui to live in the future? You're driving her to death!"
Yang Dong's words also panicked those in the room, who quickly chimed in.
"Yes, why are you going back on your word like that? You're driving my little sister-in-law to her death!"
