Qian was filled with anger as she entered the courtyard, and she heard her mother's deafening cries.
Qian went inside, and before she could steady herself, her mother rushed over and gave her a tight bear hug, accompanied by the sound of her crying with snot running down her face, making her ears hurt.
"Ni Jianren has caught a contagious disease, the wedding can't happen... Boohoo, my poor daughter, don't worry, mom will find you a better one, don't get worked up, please don't get worked up!"
Qian felt that she wasn't initially upset, but her mom's dramatic expression was agitating her.
"Did Jianren come?"
"Boohoo!" Jia Xiufang cried loudly, making Qian's ears hurt. Qian backed away a bit and looked at Chen Lin, who was sitting silently smoking a cigarette.
This old man was upset. If Ni Jianren didn't come, the bride price was supposed to be given next week, and suddenly this happens, losing a substantial income.
