Zhu Qianying lowered her eyes and saw the pot full of lush greenery with not even a single yellow leaf.
It seemed this man had taken good care of it!
"What love token? I was broke and just picked it up off the side of the roads. You also turned it into a treasure!"
Zhu Qianying curled her lip, displaying a look of disdain. In her heart, though, she couldn't say she wasn't touched or felt something. Of course, it would be a lie!
Her occasional stubbornness seemed already transparent to Yan, but he never called her out. Instead, he just leaned over and pecked lightly at the corner of her lip curled in disdain.
"Anything from you, even if it's a random weed picked up by the road, I would treasure it!"
Sweet talk between a married couple, like an appetizer before a meal, always arouses one's appetite to the highest. And when the main course is served, its taste would be even better.
