Xiao Changyi had thought he was already very accustomed to An Jing's directness, but now, discussing such a private matter as the bed they would sleep on with this maiden, he still couldn't help but remain silent for a moment before asking, "What style do you want?"
"Just a regular wooden bed will do." Other beds seemed quite expensive to her—the two taels of silver looked like a lot, but once spent, it would be gone quickly.
"Okay, then I'll go find Carpenter Zheng to make one right now."
"Money." Seeing Xiao Changyi get up, An Jing quickly handed the purse back to him, knowing that a down payment had to be made for the bed.
Xiao Changyi took out a tael from the purse and then handed the purse back to An Jing, "You manage."
An Jing's smile deepened involuntarily. How kind was this man to actively let her manage the money.
