Yang Fei looked at him strangely, "Do you want to marry your daughter to me? Is your daughter beautiful?"
This remark was simply earth-shattering and exceedingly abrupt.
Everyone stared at Yang Fei with wide eyes, wondering what this guy meant by saying this at such a moment.
Maggie nodded secretly, thinking that although this guy was lewd and wicked, he was a smart person, especially skilled in psychological warfare.
He had successfully diverted Ebert's attention, thereby gaining psychological dominance.
Ebert was taken aback, feeling angry inside, but still maintained a calm demeanor on his face.
"That's not the case. My daughter is only ten years old..."
Yang Fei looked at Ebert in surprise.
"Since it's not about marrying off your daughter, why are you calling me 'father'? I am not your son-in-law!"
As he spoke, he muttered to himself.
"Anyway, you won't be able to handle a few of my moves. Does my name have any significance to someone who's about to die?"
