"Okay, okay, whatever Vivienne says is right. You are my little angel, and I will agree to everything you say."
Everyone began to praise the couple's deep love.
I almost vomited up the overnight meal.
Not wanting to read any further, I quickly spoke.
"One hundred million, right? Once you're sure, I'll have someone prepare the money?"
The situation suddenly changed, and everyone started laughing at me.
"Is this guy scared out of his wits? Does he have 100 million? He can buy tens of thousands of Ford Transit Vans with that."
"I've long said that his brain and anus are reversed, but you still didn't believe me. What do you think now?"
"Would you like to make a bet? I bet he can't come up with the money and will be killed by Vivienne."
Everyone's face was full of contempt.
"You need to tell me? He definitely can't afford it. What's the point of betting? It's a done deal."
I straightened my messed up collar, not caring at all.
"How about this, I'll make a bet with you guys too. If I can't afford the compensation, I'll take off my clothes and dance for you guys right there and then, as a wedding gift to my cousin."
The scene instantly burst into laughter.