Yang Liwei's lips twitched. Before she could speak, Shen Shanghua said,
"Let me ask you again. What are your plans for Fanxing's dowry?"
Upon hearing this, the few of them seemed to have remembered that there was such a person in the room. They all looked at her.
Shen Fanxing sat there calmly, her posture the same as before. Her slender fingers were still drawing unknown lines on her dress.
She lowered her head slightly with a faint smile on her lips, making one's heart turn cold.
Yang Liwei didn't expect Shen Shanghua to suddenly shift the topic to Shen Fanxing. She was momentarily stumped.
After opening and closing her mouth for a long time, she stammered, "Dad… aren't we discussing Qianrou's dowry today? Fanxing has yet to show any signs of getting married. It's not too late to discuss it when Fanxing gets married…"
