Feng Yun looked at him, puzzled, and a soft smile played on her lips.
"I give money to the Princely Heir so he doesn't suffer a loss. Why should I feel guilty?"
God damn it!
Chunyu Yan stopped in his tracks, staring at the woman with her calm and shallow smile, paralyzed, unable to move forward or back, his heart as if soaked in acid...
"Fine," he said, spreading his hands towards Xiang Zhong, "Let's settle this."
Xiang Zhong glanced at his master and carefully bowed his head, reverently carrying the account books back.
Chunyu Yan didn't look at him, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on Feng Yun, as he took the account books and slammed them down on the desk.
"Let's settle it then."
Feng Yun: "Yes."
She calmly sat back down, meticulously checking the accounts, as if she had not noticed the storm of dissatisfaction raging within him...
Chunyu Yan watched her intently.
The earnest Feng Twelve was very attractive.
