"Tsk, it's not for him." Mu Shaoling helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, "This is for my future daughter's dowry."
*Snort*... Yang Chuxia felt that the world had become fantastically absurd.
Excuse me, where exactly is your daughter? And a dowry at that!
Most importantly, you're bringing your daughter's dowry to my house so early, is that really okay? Selling off your daughter so soon, is that really okay?
"Uncle, isn't this a bit too early?" Yangyang stroked the fur of the squirrel in his arms and asked with a sigh.
"Tsk, you think I wanted to bring this? It was your Aunt Dongyang who lost her mind and had me deliver it." Mu Shaoling was already beyond the point of being able to complain about the matter, as he had a thorough discussion with Dongyang on the way here, but since Dongyang insisted, he was left with no choice.
"What's inside?" Yang Chuxia asked, somewhat curious.
