The young girl had a sour expression on her face, clearly unwilling to spend money on unrelated people.
Shen Yinning, in a rather good mood, reached out and pinched her cheek. "Two hundred taels of patterned silver to save a youthful and beautiful maiden—what a bargain, no? Besides, it's not like we're short on money."
"Stop pinching my face. You're not even close to her."
"Even if we're not close, we've at least exchanged greetings. Wen Liluo, if anything ever happened to you, I'd be willing to spend money to save you too."
Wen Liluo hugged her golden abacus, her face still carrying traces of youthful innocence, and hesitantly glanced at Shen Yinning. "Then how much would you be willing to spend on me?"
Shen Yinning formed a big circle with her hands. "Twenty thousand taels, two hundred thousand taels, two million taels, twenty million taels... however much it takes."
