"Yes."
Ji Chengjue stepped forward, respectfully.
"Old man, I only have one daughter, she's been treasured in my palms since childhood. You want to marry her, that's fine, but you must swear that she will never suffer any grievances in the future!"
"I swear, I will never let Sisi suffer the slightest grievance."
"Not enough, swear another oath, swear that..."
Old He hesitated for a moment,
then said:
"Forget it, no need to swear anymore, but you must listen to me, if you ever treat my daughter badly, even if I die and become a vengeful ghost, I will never forgive you!"
"Yes, I will remember this." The son-in-law respectfully responded.
Old He pointed to the betrothal gifts over there and continued to shout:
"You must remember today, remember that it was you who kneeled down and begged me to marry off my daughter to you, it was you who begged to take my daughter from my hands!"
Hearing this, Ji Chengjue knelt down,
and said:
