The smell of chicken dung wafted from overhead to Old Mrs. Mu's nose.
At first, she didn't realize what she had stumbled into, but when she reached out to touch it and brought it to her nose—
a wretched scream echoed over the Old Mu Family's residence.
Mr. Mu was discussing matters in the hall with Matchmaker Sun, and hearing Old Mrs. Mu's scream, he hurriedly bade farewell to Matchmaker Sun and quickly ran towards the third branch.
By this time, Mu Shuangshuang had already put on her shoes and was standing at the boundary of her own courtyard and the Old Mu Family's courtyard.
Clearly stating her stance.
Mr. Mu immediately yelled at Old Mrs. Mu: "What are you trying to do? The third son said five hundred coins, and it's five hundred coins. Why do you have to create such a fuss?"
Old Mrs. Mu was aggrieved, "I'm just thinking for our daughter!"
"She hasn't done any work. If we don't prepare more dowry, what good days can she expect at the Sun Family?"
