I Bumped into a Rolls-Royce, and the Owner of the Car Was Actually My Dad's Licking Dog

I hit a Rolls-Royce while delivering food, and I was sweating all over as I waited for the car owner to tell me how much compensation he would ask me to pay. It turned out that the owner of the car was Tang Qianqian, the richest man who had been chasing my father for eighteen years. Aunt Tang was over fifty, but her charm was still there. She was wearing high heels and slapped the check in my face. She said: "I'll give you 100 million to tie your father to marry me! The accident will be written off." Me: ... No, dad, did you also come across this husband-chasing crematorium?