Looking at the middle-aged sister, she was indeed very serious.
However, Huang Weiming was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.
"Sister, I already promised to compensate your daughter with a certain amount of money for your subsequent funeral arrangements, what more do you want from me?"
"Nonsense, she died because of you. So you must take responsibility! Besides monetary compensation, you must attend our daughter's funeral and voluntarily read the eulogy to apologize to her."
The sister's eyes widened.
The flesh on her face shook slightly.
Though Huang Weiming was very reluctant in his heart.
On the surface, he remained calm and collected.
"I understand, sister, I promise you, are you satisfied now?"
After all, the person is already dead, and whether he could maintain his reputation depended on this moment.
So, despite how unwilling he felt, Huang Weiming had to agree to such a request.
