"I need a small kitchen."
Jing Lingyu glared at Qiann Yan, full of anger, especially since he heard that she took away ten thousand taels. It made him even angrier.
He wasn't short of ten thousand taels of silver, but that the silver was used by Cheng Qianyan, this venomous woman, made him displeased!
Qiann Yan wasn't too concerned about Jing Lingyu's twisted face full of hatred towards her. She continued, "You arrange for someone to get it done for me."
The way she spoke, with such entitlement, Jing Lingyu wanted to jump up and slap her.
But he couldn't!
He had to suppress his anger, lest his wound would tear open.
"Don't you think your demands are excessive?"
"Never seen anyone with as many demands as you."
Every word that Jing Lingyu spat out was through gritted teeth: "You previously took ten thousand taels. You can use that silver to get someone to make a small kitchen for you. It should be more than enough."
