Second Brother Shen was shouted by his sister's loud voice that he took half a step back: "What, what, is there a ghost?"
"You're just her uncle, what right do you have to arrange her dowry? Besides, Jiayin's mom isn't arranging it for her, why are you worrying needlessly!"
Shen Mao'an's powerful voice pierced the walls and entered inside, causing Second Sister You's hands to tremble. Luckily, the kettle was already placed on the table; otherwise, it would definitely have shattered. Grandma Shen, holding on to the handrail, could no longer support herself, her legs gave out, almost falling onto the stairs when Yao Zibao's hand reached out to support her, looking at her with concern and doubt.
At this moment, the hearts of Grandma Shen and Second Sister You were lodged in their throats.
In the kitchen, the only sound was the knife chopping vegetables on the cutting board.
