"Auntie, you are mistaken," Qin Jian firmly grasped An Hao's hand and looked at Niu Xiuling as he spoke, "When I came to propose, I indeed brought a dowry of two thousand, but An Hao never asked for it. Besides, the dowry was something I willingly gave, not something demanded by the An family."
Niu Xiuling sneered, "You were willing to give? Then why don't you ask An Ping if he was willing to give that dowry?"
"Is that your excuse for asking for the sky?" An Hao said each word forcefully, holding back anger, "If that's the case, it's better if this marriage does not happen."
"What, what did you say? Say it again!" Liu Xiuling glared and shouted.
"I said, it's better if this marriage does not happen!" An Hao raised her voice and repeated.
Suddenly, the air turned quiet, and everyone stood there stunned.