"Lord Zhao, please."
Accompanied by the prince's farewell, Xu Junling finally awoke from a trance, stood up, and looked at Zhao Douan with extremely complicated eyes.
In tonight's conversation, Zhao Douan's adaptability undoubtedly made her look at this gigolo of the imperial sister with new eyes.
"…Alright." Zhao Douan stood up, hands on the edge of the table, and looked regretfully at the "Eight Methods of River Delicacies" on the table, suddenly saying,
"Can I pack this?"
Xu Junling was taken aback, confused by his sudden change in demeanor.
"Haha, just a joke to lighten the mood." Zhao Douan burst into a bright smile and said earnestly to the prince sitting opposite,
"Thank you for the hospitality tonight, I shall take my leave now."
Negotiation was negotiation, threats were threats.
There was no need to strain the surface relationship too much.
Zhao Douan turned around and, accompanied by Xu Junling, walked downstairs.
