Seeing the embarrassment on Jiang Ying's face, Feng Tianlan sneered even more. This was what differentiated true love from fake. He even needed to learn from Mobai how to coax her. He actually had the nerve to say those words so brazenly.
The opera did not mention how wonderful he was because it was shameless enough!
"I always did this before. Why would I need to learn? Other than the fact that his Spiritual Force is a little stronger than mine, how can he compare to me?" Jiang Ying handed over a small grease-proof bag, wanting to stuff it into Feng Tianlan's hand.
Feng Tianlan's gaze was cold as she raised her hand to smack the bag. Every single one of the golden sugared chestnuts scattered across the ground, their smell wafting through the air.
"Just tell me, what do you want? There's no need to beat around the bush," Feng Tianlan said in a cold voice.
