"..."
Xiaoyu seemed nailed to the spot. Even someone like him, used to all kinds of big scenes, found his expression uncontrollably frozen for a moment.
How on earth did they connect the dots to the surname "Jiang"?
The two sides seemed to have no relation at all.
Xiaoyu was usually more than capable; no matter what surname they guessed, he would say it was incorrect and then he could leave smoothly.
But he had calculated everything except for the possibility that they might actually guess correctly!
"Jiang?" he managed a weak response, which seemed relatively normal. "Why would it be Jiang?"
"You don't need to worry about why, just answer yes or no," said the other person.
And added, "Of course, you must tell the truth, answer with your conscience!"
"..."
They grabbed his wrist and placed it on his chest. Xiaoyu went with the flow and checked his heartbeat - yes, he was still alive.
But after he answered, whether it could keep beating or not, that was another question.
