An Hao, seeing no way out, reluctantly accepted the money.
"In a couple of days, I'll have someone deliver the wedding betrothal gifts. Dear in-law, according to custom, how much should be appropriate for the betrothal gift?"
Before An Shuchao could speak, An Hao had already weighed in, "Dad, Qin Jian already gave us money when we got engaged. We simply cannot accept the betrothal gift money now. Our family's situation is different from before; we aren't as poor as we used to be. Let Qin Jian's parents keep the money for their retirement."
"Don't worry my daughter! Your dad still has some awareness. What we value is the goodness of Qin Jian himself, we do not covet anything else," An Shuchao said in a lowered voice.
Despite their efforts to keep their voices down, Ning Yibin and his wife still heard them.
