Shen Mianmian caught the hint in Zhu Yun's words, put down the book she was holding, and deliberately asked, "So how much do you think is appropriate to give?"
Zhu Yun: "..."
She obviously didn't want to give anything.
Thinking this in her heart, Zhu Yun didn't feel it was nice to say it out loud. With an awkward smile, she said, "Isn't that why I'm asking you? How much do you think is appropriate? Of course, our family's circumstances are different from yours; we certainly can't compare to Yang Xiaoxi or your brother. We can't afford to give you a house; we don't even have a nice house ourselves."
"It's my first time encountering someone asking the bridal couple how much to give for the wedding," Shen Mianmian said with a light smile. "How about this! Why don't you go back and discuss it with your husband and give whatever amount he says."
