Zhang Xiaomei sighed, "You don't know, Er Miao's death..."
The group hesitated to speak.
Rob didn't like beating around the bush: "Just say it, maybe we can help you."
"Sigh..." Zhang Xiaomei shook her head, "What's the use, we can't afford to mess with this, but at least we can hide."
Rob quietly waited for them to continue.
Zhang Xiaomei's eyes quickly reddened, wiping her corners with a tissue, "It's just bad luck, our Er Miao met such a man, sigh..."
"You know how your cousin has been going on blind dates all this time, met the right person, but when talking about the dowry, agreed on 168,000, he refused to give it, saying Er Miao wasn't pure and didn't deserve 168,000..."
Josh raised an eyebrow slightly, this archaic custom of arranged marriage, she seemed to have heard about it from her seniors.
