Song Jiyun looked at Song Daliang's retreating figure, her mouth twisting into a mocking sneer.
"Miss, are we just going to let this go?" Zheng Quan said, unable to hide his dissatisfaction.
"Of course, we're not letting this go!" Song Jiyun scoffed coldly. "Since he wishes to challenge me in the world of business, then we shall meet on that very battlefield. As for the bet, don't we still have Eunuch Wan and the Eleventh Grand Master? What are you anxious about?"
Zheng Quan could understand Eunuch Wan being a witness, but the Eleventh Grand Master?
Song Jiyun smiled at him, saying, "After all the turmoil, it's time to see which side the clan elders of the Song Clan really stand on!"
Zheng Quan was still somewhat worried.
Laughter echoed from the direction of the kiln.
Song Jiyun's smile lost some of its coldness and became more cheerful.
