Chen Feng was speechless; this was something difficult to address directly.
"I'm not dead yet." Chen Feng, also a bit frustrated, stared at him and said with a heavier tone, "I have confidence that I can keep on living, and live for a long time. So, there's really no need for you to force me to make a will or anything right now. If you're worried about your daughter getting the short end of the stick, I can just give her money. Ten million a year, what do you think?"
Mr. Wu raised an eyebrow at this, displeased, and said, "Do you think I'm selling my daughter?"
Chen Feng laughed, "Don't get me wrong, the money is for Mengting, not you. Right now, we're at most just in a relationship; this is all I can offer her. If I marry her in the future, as my wife she will naturally have inheritance rights, and I definitely won't shortchange her. In this regard, you two can rest assured."
