"Give him his money!" Song Xiaodong looked at Lin Gang.
Lin Gang immediately clutched the pocket of his baggy shorts and glared as he said, "I won't give it. This is the betrothal gift for marrying my daughter. Why should I return it?"
Song Xiaodong stared at him coldly and said, "Are you going to return it or not?"
"I said I won't return it, and I won't. She's my daughter. I decide whom she marries. I'm not returning it." Lin Gang was a scoundrel, having just gotten his hands on five hundred thousand, which he hardly felt warm in his pocket, he was reluctant to let it go.
Cao Zhiji just wanted to leave as soon as possible and hastily said, "Never mind, never mind, I don't want the money anymore."
Upon hearing this, Lin Gang was even more delighted and hurriedly said, "You heard him, he doesn't want it anymore. Now it's my money."
