Song Dabai pursed his lips, looking as pitiful as he could be.
Then, he sniffled and said, "My daddy and mommy said this wife is to bring me luck. If you sell her, my illness won't get better. If my illness doesn't get better, I'll die."
As Song Dabai spoke, he sobbed twice.
Wei Zai, seeing how convincingly he spoke, skeptically asked, "Is that true? You, with your delicate skin, don't look sick at all."
Afraid he wouldn't believe him, Song Dabai leaned toward Wei Zai's ear and whispered, "Uncle, if you secretly let my wife go, I'll get my daddy and mommy to give you five million."
F-f-f-five million?!
Wei Zai's eyes widened in shock.
Having worked with Da Ming for so long, although Da Ming did give him some hard-earned money, what he got was just a small share.
He did all the hard work but only got a small portion of the money, why should that be?!
