"I'm not saying anything else—bring your head to meet me? That's not a kind of bet you, Mu Fusheng, would ever agree to," Qi Wu asked after leaving Prince Yang Yan's residence.
A guy so cautious to the bone would never stake his life on a gamble like this.
Qi Wu had no illusions that his friendship with Mu Fusheng could make him risk it all.
Mu Fusheng gave a light laugh. "Who said I'd put my life on the line for him?"
"Oh? So you're confident, then?" Qi Wu raised an eyebrow.
Mu Fusheng shook his head. "I've got confidence, sure, but..."
After all, with Master's strength, healing Prince Yang Yan's core injury was probably not a problem.
But you still have to think about worst-case scenarios.
Like…
"It's not like I swore an oath." Mu Fusheng shrugged, face full of roguishness. "What, talking big in life is a crime now? It ain't illegal."
Hearing this, Qi Wu's brow twitched non-stop.
"Huh, I didn't realize—you're not just cautious, you're pretty damn shameless too."
