"But if Martial Uncle insists on marrying Qiao Lian to fulfill the promise, then I would rather my soul be dispersed!" Di Minghan said to the old man in green shirt.
"Dad, please stop talking!" The white-dressed woman immediately looked at her father and said.
"Qiao Lian, you..." The old man in green shirt looked at his daughter helplessly.
"Dad, I will find a way to become Brother Han's woman, and then he won't be able to refuse to marry me!" The white-dressed woman transmitted her voice to her father.
"Alas... Anyway, I've said my piece. Marrying Qiao Lian is what I want you to do, so do whatever you think is best!" The old man in green shirt left these words, then turned and left.
"Brother Han, don't be angry. It's all my fault!" The white-dressed woman said looking at Di Minghan.
"I will never marry you, so you might as well go back and persuade your father!" Di Minghan said looking at the white-dressed woman.
