Feng Wu glared at Jun Linyuan. "Can't you propose something more reasonable?"
"Forget it, then." The crown prince turned to walk away.
"Don't go —" Feng Wu immediately ran after him and grabbed him by the sleeve. "Let's talk it out. We're in a teahouse, aren't we? Let's sit down and negotiate."
Feng Wu was ready for a long talk.
She already felt a lot more relieved.
She still had hope as long as Jun Linyuan was willing to talk to her. Things would be a lot worse if he wouldn't even name any terms.
Jun Linyuan glanced at Feng Wu.
She had proactively grabbed his sleeve before pressing on his shoulders so that he sat down in a chair.
She was determined to make him give her those flowers.
Not only did Feng Wu sit down after that, she also poured some tea for both of them, as though she was ready for a long conversation.
Her approach astonished a lot of people.
