Hearing someone mention this bet, Zhou Nan's face turned pale.
Zhou Heng was no longer as calm as he was at the beginning. He slammed the table in a panic to make everyone quiet down. Unfortunately, no one listened to him anymore and no one respected him as they used to.
The man next to Xu Meng had already felt embarrassed and ran away in the chaos. It was a mess in the audience, but there was silence on the stage.
He Miao calmly walked to the center of the stage, her face devoid of the joy of a winner. She picked up the microphone and mimicked Zhou Heng and Zhou Nan's previous behavior, urging, "Miss Zhou Nan, please don't waste everyone's time. If you agree to a bet, you must accept your loss."
Zhou Nan stammered and stammered. She looked at her uncle, who had always been omnipotent, for help.
However, Zhou Heng was already in a difficult situation. After this event, it would be difficult for him to continue in the perfume-making industry.
