Whale Hunter watched Jiang Su, burped from his drink, and then laughed:
"Not bad."
The silver-haired girl's gaze remained calm.
Mr. Siming's smile twitched, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
No, Whale Fisher, don't drop the connection at this time.
If you agree, you will have no daughter.
Leaning against the pavilion's red pillar while sitting, Whale Hunter twirled his wine cup and said, "Ying Country is a major nation, and being the wife of the Prince of Ying isn't too bad. What could I possibly refuse?"
"However, there's just one thing I need help with from the Military God."
Jiang Su asked, "What?"
Whale Hunter casually said, "Please have the Emperor of Ying come here, then crawl through here." He pointed towards his crotch, a smile spreading across his face, and said, "After making two dog barks, I might consider it."
Jiang Su's expression tightened slightly, and he said, "You must be joking, my friend."
