Hearing Tiezhu Zhao's resolute words, Shao Lan didn't react as much as she had before.
Leaning on the chair, she said indifferently, "Don't worry, I will sign it. I won't linger here much longer, but can you answer a question for me?"
Tiezhu Zhao's response was a cold laugh.
"Answer your question, why should I answer your question? Whether I answer it or not, you're going to scram, so what meaning does answering your question have?"
When Shao Lan heard Zhao Tiezhu's words, she didn't show much of a reaction, as if she had anticipated this response.
Shao Lan laughed and said, "It has no meaning, but I would like to know just for once as if you were being magnanimous, okay?"
"Alright then," Tiezhu nodded.
"So ask your question directly, and of course, if you're going to ask why I can be so powerful, there is no way I could answer you!"
His words amused Shao Lan.