Zhao Yunyun pointed to herself. "You say I'm a disgrace? I haven't even called you disgusting yet. You're dirt poor—no betrothal gift, no house. I've never seen a family so desperate to marry off their daughter. Anyone who didn't know would think you were the ones taking in a husband, not the other way around."
Zhang Qian sneered. "Who told you there's no betrothal gift? Do I have to pull it out for you to see? We're planning to buy everything once we get to Beijing City. Is there a problem with that?"
Zhao Yunyun said scornfully, "That's because you're a fool. You'll believe anything they tell you."
Zhang Hongjie slammed his hand on the table. "Is this endless? Zhang Hui, take your wife home! If you didn't want to come, you shouldn't have! No one forced you. If you leave now, you can just get the hell back to the provincial capital."
Zhang Hui looked from his father to his wife, torn and unsure of what to do.
