"What? Marri... marri... marriage room?" Chen's mother stuttered out, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
Wu Yanmei, still riding on the lingering charm, smiled very gracefully, "Right, according to the customs of your old hometown, shouldn't you prepare the marriage room? Even little birds courting know to build a nest in anticipation, let alone mankind, the most enlightened of creatures."
Buying an apartment in Pengcheng costs how much? Easily tens of millions!
For many years, Chen's mother had repeatedly instructed her son to find a wealthy match precisely to avoid bearing the cost of marriage, and now Wu Yanmei was actually requesting that they prepare a marriage room?
If they were expected to prepare the marriage room themselves, then what's the point of Song Xiaorou?
Dissatisfied in her heart, Chen's mother's face involuntarily showed her displeasure, and she even forgot the pressure Wu Yanmei brought upon her and the subtle fear she had deep inside for the wealthy.
