"Seventy-second term, huh..." Jiang Lu carefully tried to recall, but ultimately came up empty, so he could only reply somewhat sheepishly, "I really can't seem to remember..."
"Did you forget?" The girl tried hard to make Jiang Lu remember, "At the beginning, you spent a fortune to book this Jiuyou Tower, arranged for our Jiuyou Pavilion's lights to shine only for you, even renewed it for 100,000 years, all for my Grandma!"
"Is that so? I don't remember."
Although Jiang Lu seemed very calm on the face, steady as an old dog, in his heart there was some suspense, because he felt like there was some truth in it, but he dared not confirm any specific details, so he could only ambiguously respond:
"This matter definitely can't just rely on your side of the story, how about this; next time bring your Grandma here, and I will ask her directly."
But who knew, this obviously evasive and procrastinating talk would be taken seriously by the girl.
