"She really spared no expense. Look at all these carried-in betrothal gifts," Wen Jiujiu muttered, watching the endless stream of items being brought inside.
"Naturally. There is no way this Heir Prince would let his own reputation fall short."
Wen Jiujiu looked at that smug expression. The foul-mouthed dog. Ignoring him completely, she walked right in.
Chapter 45