Qian Qing remained silent, feeling awkward.
Luo Xiuran, on the other hand, happily picked up the sachet. Then, he scoffed at Feng Yili and said, "What do you know? This sachet is so beautiful."
"Young Marquis Luo, this sachet…" Qian Qing said with a frown.
However, Luo Xiuran tied the sachet to his waist and said proudly, "I already took this sachet. Whether you planned to give it to me or not, it's already mine."
Qian Qing: …
'He's really domineering…'
Qian Qing did not protest. After all, the sachet was indeed made for Luo Xiuran. She lowered her head and quickly said to Feng Yili and the little bun, "Your Royal Highness, Little Master, I'll take my leave first."
With that, Qian Qing quickly left. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like she was fleeing.
