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... backed up two steps, fell to the ground, and burst into tears, crying out, “I screwed up Xiaoou, I screwed up Xiaoou…”
The surrounding spectators, hearing this, began to gossip.
“380,000 for a betrothal gift, they are selling their daughter!”
“What kind of thing to say? Selling their daughter? Isn’t this the market rate here nowadays?”
“Everyone else is giving 300,000 to 400,000, if your child’s betrothal gift is less than that, people will definitely laugh at yo ...
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