Ji Changfeng tried hard to stifle his laughter, but he really isn't someone who laughs easily, usually too busy scheming against others. According to those who dislike him, he always wears a wicked expression.
But today was just too funny.
Huo Beijiang is poor?
So poor that a woman has to buy the wedding ring?
Hahaha... If this rumor spreads, it would surely make people laugh their heads off, right?
No way! He must spread this rumor, otherwise he's letting Jiang Nanfei's slander go to waste.
"What are you laughing at?" Nan Fei asked angrily.
"Nothing... Hahaha... nothing funny." Ji Changfeng quickly grabbed the teacup on the table and took a sip. The rich, fragrant tea entered his mouth and, upon glancing at the young tea leaves in the cup, he silently marveled.
Truly worthy of being from the Royal Palace! Even the most ordinary cup of tea here is the best.
Nan Fei snorted coldly, rubbed her sore eyes, feeling a bit exhausted.
