"Have a seat." Young Master Zhao motioned for Su Yuhang to sit down on a nearby chair.
Su Yuhang sat down. Their conversation was somewhat simple, almost naive, because both sides were in a relationship of pure exploitation, without any pretense.
One wanted to escape this endless cycle and choose self-termination,
while the other was thinking of elevating his level of life further to merge into this vast and terrifying existence.
"Your son will be born in 17 days, 3 hours, 7 minutes, and 15 seconds. Have you thought about what to name him?"
Young Master Zhao continued to read his book. His conversation with Su Yuhang seemed to be a seasoning to his reading. The bookshelf behind Young Master Zhao was filled with mystery detective novels from all eras, some of which hadn't even been published by their creators.
Of course, with his ability, he could transform even the author's mere ideas into some of his private collection.
"Su Bai." Su Yuhang replied.
