Ye Borong's eyes, weary and devoid of emotion, coldly said: "Aren't we out of money? Yesterday, someone offered me one thousand silver taels for Daya."
Ye Xia's mouth fell agape, her heart turned ice-cold, blood seemingly drained of warmth, she had never imagined that her loving father would ever consider selling her.
Yet, what was more unexpected was that Ye Wangshi, who had always loved her the most, not only did not object but even got excited: "One thousand taels? Really that much?"
"Hmm, but her face can't be damaged." Ye Borong squinted at Ye Xia and said coldly, "Xiaxia, don't blame your dad. Your mother and I have cherished you for so many years, you ought to repay us. Do you have the heart to watch us, your younger brother included, not even able to afford a full meal? I've asked around, with your good looks, if you behave obediently wherever you go, life won't be worse than when you were the Eldest Lady of the Ye Family."
