Hearing Zhao Ji's words, a faint smile appeared on Qiu Tu's face. "No problem."
He said, "My first pick is the 'Heavenly God Reincarnate' Zhu Wu, whom you just met."
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji gave Qiu Tu a deep look, nodded slightly, and said calmly, "Fine."
After that, she looked at Qiu Tu with her usual cold elegance and asked, "Then who is your last candidate?"
On hearing this, Qiu Tu just smiled, leaned his head back, then looked upward and said, "Your Highness Qing Lan. You must have heard every word between Zhao Ji and me just now, right?"
"Give me a chance. I want to have a deep conversation with you."
With Qiu Tu's words, the room instantly fell silent.
One second, two seconds, three seconds…
Just when Qiu Tu thought Qing Lan wouldn't respond and he'd need to figure out another way to make contact—
A slip of paper suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hand.
