"How much do you think your son's love is worth?"
These weren't Wen Sheng's own words, she'd learned them from a television drama.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yuhe paused for a few seconds, then, smiling faintly, he asked, "Miss Wen, do you like Fu Yanlin?"
Wen Sheng couldn't understand why Fu Yuhe would ask her that. Of course, she liked him. Why else would she be sitting here negotiating with him?
But Fu Yuhe was her elder. Therefore, Wen Sheng answered him respectfully, "Yes, indeed, I do like him."
"What exactly do you like about him?" Fu Yuhe asked.
Without hesitation, Wen Sheng replied, "To be specific, I'm not sure what aspect of him I like exactly. He has a bad temper, he's stingy, and he often gets angry for no reason. Although he's already thirty, he still behaves like a child and needs to be appeased. Yet, if you were to leave him alone, he'd still find a way to save face, putting up a strong front that rivals the impregnable walls of a city."
