Bo Xiao took his daughter's hand off his shoulder and sighed. "Dad, I can only support you mentally. It's not that dad is stingy. You also know that your mother usually doesn't let me do this or that. You don't want to restrict me from spending money. Your father and I don't have as much pocket money as you do! Your mother said that men will become bad when they are rich, so be careful." Seeing his daughter's frustrated look, he threw another move. "Dad has a tip for you. If you want to run away from the wedding, just run away on the day of the wedding. Dad estimates that with your current skills, you can cut through the sedan roof with your sword, knock down a few sedan bearers with acupuncture, and avoid the groom's official riding in front. It should be no problem.
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