"That's right, that's right." An Baobei quickly chimed in, almost wanting to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat on her forehead.
She was really afraid her husband wouldn't be able to win against her dad. When her dad gets stubborn, it can be life-threatening.
She even added with a smile, "My husband also agreed that I can have a Chinese-style wedding."
Deep down, she still held some of Tianyun's traditional thoughts and hoped to marry like a Tianyun girl, wearing a wedding dress with a red veil.
Su Changyi ignored An Baobei's words and just looked at Ning Zihan, saying, "800 million in dowry and a grand wedding, not a single thing less."
An Jing and the others were taken aback, not expecting Su Changyi to mention 800 million.
An Baobei was also surprised and, fearing her dad's authority, quickly said, "Dad, isn't 800 million too much?"
Su Changyi snorted, "800 million is just a drop in the bucket for him."
