Looking at this house with bare walls, of course, there's no dowry.
Nan Feng said again, "Dad, let me tell you, if I, Nan Feng, am to get married, I will marry in style and won't accept any compromise. So, give me a year. In this year, I will improve our situation. We'll have silver, pork, and clothes."
Hearing Nan Feng's words, Nan Quanyou was dumbstruck.
The issue of a dowry is something he had considered, of course, and it had been a headache for him for many years. If their home wasn't so poor, the Mo family wouldn't have canceled the wedding.
However, he had not expected Nan Feng to say these words. At that moment, his daughter seemed to stand taller.
Seeing that his daughter has such initiative, he, as a father, couldn't bear to push her again.
Eventually, Nan Quanyou committed, "Alright, then you'll make your own decisions. I won't interfere in this year."
Nan Feng added a remark: "Even if you want to ask, keep it to yourself."
