"Thank you, but no, what is yours is not mine, and what is mine certainly won't be yours. It's better if we keep things clear." Qu Tan'er shook her head, making her point directly.
She was herself, and he was himself, not she was his and he was hers... She got dizzy; the more she spoke, the more confused she became.
"Are you really so short of silver?" Mo Liancheng didn't respond to her words, asking instead what he wanted to know.
"Money makes the world go round. Don't you, Prince, want more money?" Was he joking? Who would ever say there's too much silver? Even if she were given a mountain of gold and silver, she would never think it was too much.
"Where is the golden token I gave you?"
