Hearing this, Qin Shizhong dropped his playful expression and said seriously, "Martial Uncle, please ask whatever you wish. Whether I know the answer now or not, I will be sure to give you a satisfactory reply."
Zhang Deming looked at Qin Shizhong and said, "We've known each other for almost two years now, haven't we?"
Qin Shizhong paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes. It's been one year, nine months, and eleven days.
"The first half of my life was full of misery. My greatest fortune was meeting you, Martial Uncle. Looking back, I must have spent all that time accumulating blessings just for this opportunity."
Zhang Deming chuckled, momentarily speechless. "Alright, that's enough. Any more flattery and I'll float away. Don't come crying to me when that happens."
Qin Shizhong gave an earnest smile. "No problem. I'll just watch from down here. When you get tired of floating, Martial Uncle, I'll be waiting below to catch you."
'What a smooth talker!'
