Xiaoling frowned and tried to pull her arm out of Hou Hai's grip, but he held her tightly, his eyes looking behind her. She confusedly turned around to look at the railing where Weisheng was standing.
He looked furious as he looked down at the two. Xiaoling sheepishly looked back at Hou Hai. He looked like he was enjoying this. She pulled her hand out of his grip with a jolt, a clear frown on her face. As Hou Hai looked down at her, the frown disappeared off her face simply out of fear.
She quickly clasped her hands and bowed, "I thank His Highness for his generous betrothal gifts." She murmured before turning around to leave. She quickly walked away without a thought in the world. She simply didn't want to deal with him any further.
As she left, Weisheng walked down the stairs to greet Hou Hai.
"Your Highness brought the gifts so early, it almost seems like you prepared them a month in advance," Weisheng murmured in a sarcastic tone.
