"Who will farm and weave with you? My sister is a queen, so why should I be so stupid?" Jing Hengbo disdainfully said, "As soon as my sister stretches out her hand, there will be a lot of people waiting to polish her nails!"
She sniffed, and suddenly wondered if Gong Yin was among the crowd? Are you there? not here? Are you there? not here...
"It turns out that this thing is called nail polish." The guy happily said, after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth, and took out the bottle of nail polish from his arms like a strong man cut off his wrist, and handed it over, "Since asking for marriage, you should show sincerity. Your dowry!"