369 The Death of Master Liu
Seeing Qiao Muchen's somewhat unhappy expression, Zhao Zhitong pursed her lips, finally steeled her heart, and asked, "What about those six hundred taels?"
Qiao Muchen was silent.
Zhao Zhitong asked in surprise, "Is—is it still not enough?"
Qiao Muchen said, his face dark, "Is this a problem money can solve?"
Zhao Zhitong felt somewhat troubled. "Then—then how do you want me to take responsibility?"
Qiao Muchen replied, "Naturally, by marrying me. Once this case is closed, I'll come to propose. How about it?"
Zhao Zhitong's eyes widened in shock. "M-marry... you?"
Qiao Muchen put on a wronged expression again. "Sigh! If you don't want to take responsibility, then forget it. Alas, I, an innocent man, have now lost my purity. I might as well find a monastery and become a monk..."
Zhao Zhitong stammered, "...I—I didn't say I wouldn't take responsibility. You... you, don't be like this."
