Zhang Yiyang looked utterly exhausted, his entire demeanor had grown haggard, wrinkles had formed on his once refined face, and he even sprouted some white hairs on his head!
At this moment, his expression was grim, and even the hand holding the teacup trembled!
Setting down the teacup, Zhang Yiyang looked at Huangfu Song sitting at the head of the table and spoke:
"Uncle, this time I, Zhang Yiyang, can only shamelessly ask for your Huangfu Family's help! If you agree to assist, helping the Zhang Family overcome this catastrophe, half a month later, I will have Zihan marry Ling. From then on, we will groom Ling as the successor of the Zhang Family!"
Zhang Yiyang felt bitter in his heart, deeply regretting that his own daughter disfigured herself in refusal of this marriage!
If it were not for the Zhang Family being pushed to a desperate situation, he would never go against his daughter's wishes to seek help from the Huangfu Family!
