Liu Zixuan was silent for a moment. "Why aren't you asking me how I'm supposed to live through these last three months?"
"If you really were a short-lived bastard, you think you can marry my daughter from the Jiang family with just a hundred-million IOU?" Jiang Yifan glanced at Liu Zixuan. "I don't know exactly how you're going to deal with the Netherworld Palm on your body, but I do know one thing—you definitely won't die."
"Why?" Liu Zixuan asked with interest.
"Because your surname is Liu!" Jiang Yifan stopped for a beat there. "Alright, let's drop this topic. It's your turn to answer my question."
Because my surname is Liu? So I won't die?
Where did that come from?
Liu Zixuan was just as puzzled in his heart. Clearly Jiang Yifan knew something he didn't, but wasn't going to say it. Zixuan simply couldn't be bothered to keep asking.
