"It's none of your business."
Ji Ning did not reveal the reason.
Fu Yuanxuan frowned, scrutinized her for a while, and finally sighed, "I won't ask you the reason, but you need to answer me a question. How do you know there is Netherworld Grass there? Who exactly are you? What relationship do you have with that person?"
But Ji Ning's expression remained unchanged, and she said calmly, "Those are three questions. I only promised to answer you one. Which one do you want to ask?"
Her voice was extremely calm, even somewhat detached.
Fu Yuanxuan took a deep breath and, without thinking, said, "The last one."
His gaze was extremely sharp, staring at Ji Ning's face, afraid of missing any micro-expression.
But Ji Ning's face was frighteningly calm, without any emotion.
"No relationship."
"Impossible! The surname Ji is not common in Hua Continent."
Fu Yuanxuan's eyes widened instantly, unable to believe her words.
