Xu Qianqian thought he was joking, but indeed when comparing the lottery ticket with the winning numbers.
She was first taken aback, then utterly dumbfounded.
"Did we really win?"
"According to the old rule, the finder splits it half," Jiang Nian casually said, "Xu Shao, when I get the money, I'll give you five thousand."
However, Xu Qianqian seemed utterly uninterested.
"Pfft, who wants your money."
What if I raise the bride price by ten thousand?
Wouldn't he explode?
Just kidding, old Xu doesn't care about such matters. Chances are, there wouldn't even be a chance to discuss the bride price; he'd just agree directly.
Thinking of this, Xu Qianqian couldn't help but feel a bit helpless.
Her biological dad is never home, always wandering around even after work, occasionally coming home to add some new furniture.
But it's fine if he doesn't return; there's nothing to say at home anyway.
