"I did it, so what?"
Seeing Shi Nian'an boldly admit it, Yan Tong's mother sneered coldly, "My daughter's dress cost eighteen thousand, you need to compensate for it at the price! Plus there's compensation for emotional distress. If you can afford to compensate, that's fine, if not, then let my lawyer talk to you!"
"I thought it was more expensive, but it's just eighteen thousand." Shi Nian'an didn't care at all and took two stacks of cash from the drawer, pulled out twenty bills, and put back in one one-yuan note: 'I've compensated for the dress, but as for your daughter's emotional distress, it's worth probably one yuan.'
Yan Tong and her mother's faces turned blue and then white with rage, and Yan Tong's mother suddenly slapped her hand on the counter: "You little brat, you've gone too far!"
