Huo Sining's face revealed a mysterious smile. She fixed her gaze on Old Mr. Zhong and asked:
"So, do you still think my proposal is ridiculous and overconfident?"
Old Mr. Zhong's mind was a bit muddled, and for a moment, he didn't know how to react.
After being stunned for a few seconds, he mumbled, "Am I drunk?"
Huo Sining laughed and said, "From the looks of it, you handle your drink well. Half a pot of wine won't get you drunk!"
In this brief moment, Huo Sining had already returned to normal, but during this time, Old Mr. Zhong had come to his senses.
He fixed his eyes on Huo Sining, examined her for several minutes, and then spoke:
"I agree to your proposal. I couldn't let go of my youngest daughter. If you can resolve this concern of mine, then I will have no more worries and can rest assured to go back with you to the Bureau of Cultural Investigation."
As he spoke, Old Mr. Zhong seemed to recall something and asked, "Do you know of Diaoti Country?"
