"No, master, whether it's planted or inherited, just tell me first if there's any hope for me." Y was bewildered for a few seconds before eagerly looking at Gu Zhiqi.
Right now, all he cared about was whether he could stay alive.
Y's words snapped Gu Zhiqi out of his daze, who lazily lifted his eyelids and said to Y, "There is hope."
Upon hearing this, Y's eyes instantly brightened, and he asked with great excitement, "Really, master?"
"Two methods, one costs five million, the other twenty million…"
"I choose the five million one!" Before Gu Zhiqi could finish, Y, without a second thought, blurted out and interrupted.
Five million and twenty million, is there even a choice to make?
Only a fool would choose twenty million!
"Fine." Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi couldn't be bothered to explain the two methods and stood up, walking over to Y and saying, "I'll now remove the citrus smoke from inside you."
