When Fang Xiaohui arrived, it was sudden; she walked straight through the door.
She overheard the couple's conversation.
"Talk to Old Professor Zhang again about this house of his father's. See if you can get it for 1000 yuan less. If we can buy it for 7000 yuan, we will. I reckon that, after tidying up the house and getting some furniture and appliances ready, it'll cost at least eight to nine thousand yuan in total.
Even though people don't talk about matching social status much these days, our daughter is marrying into the Song family. At the very least, we shouldn't lag too far behind. We need to prepare the dowry properly, so our daughter won't lose face."
Fang Xiaohui paused. The Song family, daughter, dowry?
Wasn't this about her!
A surge of joy filled her heart.
Could it be that her parents are preparing a dowry for her?
Perhaps a house?
Eight to nine thousand yuan!
Heavens, she really didn't expect her parents to have such savings, eight to nine thousand yuan.
