Dead within three days? Without a doubt?
Lin Mu's words stunned everyone. This was Zheng Mingye, the wealthiest man in Jiangling! For Lin Mu to declare the man would die within three days—wasn't that cursing him?
Sure enough, the moment Lin Mu finished speaking, Zheng Junyi's face darkened. "You brat, what nonsense are you spouting?" he rebuked.
"Nonsense?" A mocking curve touched Lin Mu's lips. "If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself."
Unwilling to believe, Zheng Junyi's expression soured. "Kid, I don't care how eloquently you put it, I won't believe you."
"Believe it or not." Lin Mu couldn't be bothered to explain. "Luo Li, let's go." As for the meal, it was better left uneaten.
"Wait!"
Zheng Junyi couldn't just let him walk away. He immediately blocked Lin Mu's path. "Brat, you can't say that about my grandfather without offering an explanation."
"An explanation?" Lin Mu raised an eyebrow. "What kind of explanation do you want?"
