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"What?" Zhang Juyun wouldn't accept it, "I don't care, you can't just not marry Song Yueqin. You also have to give the betrothal money. Have you ever seen any family marry a daughter-in-law without paying betrothal money? I've raised a big girl for twenty years just to give her away for free?"
"Yueqin's mom, we didn't say we're not getting married. If you insist on the betrothal money, then that's fine. Let's talk about it once we've gathered enough for the dowry." Liu Junping's words left Zhang Juyun speechless.
Zhang Juyun opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, steam almost coming out of her ears.
Back in the hospital room, Zhang Juyun's face looked especially ugly. She signaled to Song Yueqin and prepared to leave.
After Song Yueqin came out, she knew from her mother's expression that the matter was definitely not settled.
"How did it go? I told you not to come, right?"