As he spoke, Liu Ji couldn't help but cross his legs and sip his tea, feeling immensely pleased with holding the upper hand.
Diwu Fusheng's expression darkened slightly; Liu Ji's smug demeanor was truly detestable.
"Return Qingzhou and compensate with one million taels," Diwu Fusheng said.
"What?!" Liu Ji raised his hand to twist his ear with his finger, pretending he hadn't heard.
"I said return Qingzhou and compensate with one million taels of silver," Diwu Fusheng repeated, knowing Liu Ji was deliberately being difficult, speaking each word slowly.
"Oh~"
Liu Ji responded with a long "oh," clearly dissatisfied with the conditions.
"Liu Ji, don't go too far," Diwu Fusheng said disapprovingly.
