Because of the girl's particular attention, the lighter in the Crown Prince's hand came to a halt.
After a two-second pause, Zhou Shixu casually placed the trinket on the table and pushed it forward lazily, raising an eyebrow with a smile, "Miss Liang likes it? It's yours."
"..."
Before she could speak, the mogul by her side began indifferently, "No need."
The atmosphere suddenly fell several degrees.
On the sofa diagonally opposite, Meng Xingzhi sipped tea with a calm demeanor, his lips curling into a faint smile, without joining the conversation.
Seeing the situation, the Crown Prince understood.
The lighter returned to his hand, the metal edges tapping rhythmically on the rosewood, producing a leisurely sound, neither hasty nor slow, reflecting the owner's good mood.
Such a disposition from Old Chen was indeed rare.
