"Grandfather, choose my mother quickly, I don't matter," Xia Jianqing looked up at Gu Shaocheng. "I'm not scared of you! If you have a problem, take it out on me, not my mother. You devil, you'll face divine retribution!"
He burst into laughter, his smile carried a hint of consumer for insignificant pests.
Divine retribution? What is that?
If there were such a thing, the one who should have caught it first in line would be He Yingteng!
"Thirty seconds left, Grandfather, you don't have much time. Have you made up your mind?" He asked He Tianqi who he would choose with a voice as casual as one would use in a chit-chat.
This tense situation was not a suitable place for his casual tone. Yet, Gu Shaocheng was very much in the mood, even eagerly interested, to chat idly, "It doesn't really have to be that difficult. Whoever I take would live a long life, just that... uh, perhaps he would rather accompany my mother."