Fu Yunhe didn't quite believe the "what a pity" from Nian Shutong's mouth, but he still lightly smiled and hung up the communication.
After hanging up, Fu Yunhe immediately rolled his eyes; he still didn't believe it.
Nian Shutong, on the other hand, carefreely whistled into the air. If Fu Yunhe hadn't made an excuse, she would have actually gone over.
Of course, after going there, just a little bit of trickery, and he wouldn't know what had happened, or rather, he might actually believe something had happened.
Her idea was simple, she wanted to have the final say, or rather, she just purely enjoyed winning.
Nian Shutong turned back to continue her cultivation. Fu Yunhe had already started cooking chestnut chicken for Yu Zeming.
They had agreed on the price, one chicken, one pound of chestnuts, totaling 150,000 Star Coins.
Expensive, but only slightly, some restaurants sold it for even more.
