162 You Are Not Afraid, But What About Your Mother?

No matter what attitude Ding Mengya had shown towards her, she was still the mother of the boy she liked and, therefore, demanded some level of respect.

Zhuang Nainai bowed and continued to look at her with determination in her large, sparkling eyes.

Ding Mengya paused and took out a cheque. "Five hundred thousand?"

Five hundred thousand?

Zhuang Nainai's eyes widened.

She had grown up in the ghetto with her mother. They did not have much savings – they amounted to ten to twenty thousand dollars at best.

Therefore, five hundred thousand had been an astronomical figure to Zhuang Nainai.

The Si family was indeed wealthy.

Zhuang Nainai clenched her fists tightly. "Auntie, please accept me!"

"A million?"

That sum did not even make Ding Mengya flinch.

Zhuang Nainai stood her ground stubbornly. "Auntie, Si Zhengting and I are truly in love, I don't love him for his…"

"Five million."