He made a nonsensical comment, which Lin Qiao couldn't understand. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean by how much do I want?"
Recently, Song Tingfan, who hadn't been stuttering, started to stutter again, "Betrothal… gift."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman burst into laughter and teased, "Who's giving me a betrothal gift?"
The young man blurted out, "I am." After saying that, his face turned bright red, almost as if it could bleed.
If anyone else had said this, Lin Qiao might have thought more about it, but since it was Song Tingfan, she didn't overthink at all.
After all, she had gone through the entire script.
Although she didn't know who the female lead was, she had nothing to do with her.
She thought he was just afraid she wouldn't have a proper send-off if she were to leave, so he mentioned the betrothal gift. She blinked, "How much is Uncle willing to give?"
