Yue Yin: ???
Qingxue: Disciple, give me an address.
Yue Yin: What do you need the address for?
Qingxue: Cough cough, to mail you some local specialties to eat.
Yue Yin: I don't buy it, you're just trying to return the gift I gave you, right?
Qingxue: ...
At that moment, all she wanted to say was, disciple, why do you have to be so freakishly smart?
Seeing that Gu Xia didn't respond, the Prince became even more certain of his speculation.
Yue Yin: Master, I am a wealthy person.
Qingxue: I can see that...
She thought to herself, Disciple, isn't your way of speaking a little too blunt? Who goes around telling people directly, 'I am a rich person'? Even Li Jiacheng wouldn't dare, right?
Yue Yin: So, to me, these are really just small gifts, and if Master refuses them, it would hurt my feelings.
Qingxue: Erm...
Yue Yin: Besides, Master has also given me a gift in return, hasn't he?
The mention of that red scarf made Gu Xia want to vomit blood even more.
