C2051 Heavenly Prizes

Lin Shaoping sat on the bench with his head lowered, his hands clenched tightly!

Mother of Yang sat at the side, secretly wiping her tears. She turned around and looked at her relatives, begging, "Fifty thousand as a dowry, our family really can't afford it. Can we not be a little bit less?"

The two relatives turned their heads away, not willing to pay any attention to Mother of Yang