Thinking of her father's attitude, Ouyang Yan felt a wave of frustration inside. She nodded at Xiao Yihe, "I'll make a call now."
She stood up, walked to the side deliberately to avoid Xiao Yihe, and called her father. Ouyang Xiong saw his daughter's number but acted aloof and didn't answer. Not until Ouyang Yan persistently called three times did he finally pick up, as if doing her a favor.
"Ha, aren't you quite the independent one now? Why are you calling me?"
Ouyang Yan ignored her father's sarcastic tone and eagerly asked, "Dad, when Xiao Yihe and I got engaged, did you take the betrothal gifts?"
"Yes, there's no difference between engagement and marriage. The betrothal gifts are with me," Ouyang Xiong replied bluntly, not hiding the truth.
It was indeed with her father!
Ouyang Yan staggered back two steps, feeling dizzy, and steadied herself against a pillar. After a moment, she spoke slowly and clearly into the phone.
