"It was nothing, just a little chit-chat."
"Did he say he wants to take you back to the Prince of Yu's residence?"
"He did, but I won't go back."
"Ningning, do you...like the Prince of Yu?"
"Master Wenren, you..."
"Call me Thirteen," Wenren Zong said, "Even if you don't accept my marriage proposal, we can still be friends. No need to be too formal. Can I call you Ningning?"
"No, you can't."
"Ningning, you didn't answer my question."
"..." Jiang Ning was somewhat speechless.
Why did the men here not know how to listen to others?
"Master Thirteen, actually we are really not that familiar."
"I know." Wenren Zong glanced at her, "If you don't like it, I'll just call you Miss Jiang Seventh."
"Just call me Jiang Seventh. Master, please stop following me." Jiang Ning said, "Look at me, I'm not suitable for marrying again. You're young and talented, with a bright future ahead of you. Don't waste your time on someone like me."
Wenren Zong did not speak.
