Nangong Jin chuckled softly, Mingjue's wicked sense of humor was truly something!
"Fine, just tell me how much I need to compensate in total."
Nangong Jin was never one to dawdle.
Mingjue thought for a moment, "Counting per head, it should be at least three hundred million, right? Oh, wait, what if my wife is carrying twins?"
"..."
Have you ever seen someone so shameless!
Charging per head, and now twins!
Why don't you just say your wife is carrying triplets or quadruplets!
Nangong Jin was astounded by this extortionate statement, Rascal Di, you really have some nerve.
Gu Qibao blinked pitifully at Nangong Jin, truly feeling sorry for him. This was being bled dry, perhaps Brother Jin, you should just give up!
Remembering what he had promised Nangong Ran, Gu Qibao hastily raised his hand, "Brother Jin, you don't have to give me anything, consider it a wedding gift when you get married! My son said the same!"
