The surrounding laughter left Lu Huiyang somewhat stunned; was asking for a dowry of 5 million such a laughing matter?
Back when he married Lu Yiyao's mother, it had only cost a few yuan for the bride price. Even though decades had passed, and the present inflation was incomparable to that time, 5 million remained a figure Lu Huiyang didn't even dare to dream of.
Even the house he had lived in for over a decade, if mortgaged to the creditors, was only worth a few hundred thousand. He no longer had any serious job. If he had to repay this debt of over a million by himself, he feared he wouldn't finish paying it off even at his death.
He knew Zhang Menglong had money, but that was just a vague idea. With his troubled mental state, he didn't have the energy to investigate how much money Zhang Menglong actually had.
