"Miss Mo Lan, please wait a moment. Since today's discussion concerns your marriage, it would be best if you stayed! What do you think, Miss Mo Lan?"

Mo Lan was just thinking about how to persuade her father when the other party came knocking on her door. She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

"Alright, I'd like to hear how you plan to propose."

Hu Biao, that advisor, is no good; he's incredibly cunning.

"Hehe... Miss Mo Lan is exceptionally beautiful and intelligent. Our chieftain is truly blessed!"

Chang Liang looked at Hua Molan and offered a flattering remark with a smile, but unfortunately, he flattered the wrong person.

"Mr. Changliang, what you're saying is ridiculous. My beautiful appearance is a gift from my parents, and has nothing to do with your chieftain!"

Hu Biao looked at Mo Lan. He hadn't seen her for several days, and this woman still didn't give him the time of day. She really was a fiery little firecracker!

The more this happens, the more it fuels his desire to conquer.

"Haha... Miss Mo Lan is indeed a remarkable person. I, the chieftain, have not misjudged her!" Hu Biao looked Mo Lan up and down with unrestrained sizing and laughed heartily.

No matter how outspoken she is, she's still just a woman. What waves can she possibly make?

Once you become his woman, you're at his mercy!

Mo Lan calmly watched Hu Biao's smug expression, her eyes flickering. It had been a long time since anyone dared to treat her like a cabbage!

He glanced at the two mahogany chests displayed in the hall. With such meager betrothal gifts, how dare he marry her?

Mo Lan looked disgusted. "Chief Hu, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I'm still young and have no plans to get married for the time being. I've heard that the chief of White Tiger Cliff is a generous and open-minded person, so it shouldn't be difficult for him to find a suitable wife. Why make things difficult for a mere woman like me?"

Mo Lan looked at Hu Biao's face, which made it easy for people to misunderstand his age, and sneered inwardly.

For some reason, looking at Mo Lan's ambiguous smile, Hu Biao couldn't suppress his inner rage.

"I, the chieftain, am confident in my sincerity and eager to ask for your hand in marriage. Why must Miss Mo Lan keep me at arm's length?"

Seeing that his chieftain was angry, Changliang, who was standing nearby, quickly stood up to smooth things over.

"Haha... Chieftain, please calm down. Marriage is always arranged by parents and matchmakers. As long as Chieftain Hua agrees, Miss Mo Lan will naturally not object. Young women are shy, so Chieftain, you must be understanding."

Mo Lan really wanted to roll her eyes at him until he died. That bastard, always pulling this stunt.

Hu Biao looked at Mo Lan and said through gritted teeth, "It was this chieftain who was in a hurry, Miss Mo Lan, please don't mind!"

For some reason, whenever he faced those provocative eyes, it easily stirred up his inner rage.

“Chief Hu, your reputation is known throughout the Qinglin Mountain area. I, Hua Molan, am a mere woman, and I am truly unworthy of your status. Let’s call off the marriage proposal!”

A middle-aged, greasy man who wants to marry a young, delicate girl of fifteen or sixteen—he's probably going to get his head banged on badly.

Hu Biaochangliang: "..."

Ungrateful.

After expressing her stance, Mo Lan glanced at her father in the main seat and felt a warmth in her heart. Fortunately, she had met a father who cherished his children.

Receiving a look from her daughter, Hua Yifei coughed and looked indulgent. Although her daughter's behavior today was somewhat impolite, Hu Biao's behavior was even more offensive.

Therefore, if the other party wants to find fault, he will also have something to say.

For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward.