Ouyang Yan nodded. "Xiao Yihe, your bride price is with my father. If you want it back, you'll have to ask him for it. There's nothing I can do to return it to you."
"I'm not the one who wants to annul the engagement—it's you. So even if someone has to ask your father for it, it should be you, not me." Xiao Yihe crossed his arms, leaned back in the chair, and spoke unhurriedly.
His attitude almost made Ouyang Yan laugh out of anger.
She thought to herself about how her father refused to let her annul the engagement with this scumbag Xiao Yihe. Turns out they were two of a kind—that's why they sympathized with each other.
"Xiao Yihe, you are the one at fault!"
"So what? Anyway, I'm not the one who wants the engagement annulled." Xiao Yihe was curious about what Ouyang Yan would say next.
