Zhen Jili saw his chance and decided to strike while the iron was hot.
"In any case, you have to take these fifty taels. If you don't, it means you have ill intentions and just want to see me suffer!"
Ji Huan shot him a speechless glance but didn't say anything more.
Zhen Jili let out a long sigh of relief and slumped unceremoniously onto the table. "Good heavens, anyone would think I was here to borrow money—like, eight hundred or a thousand taels—and you turned me down."
Seeing that Ji Huan had taken the silver but said nothing further, Zhen Jili glanced her way once, then again, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Hey, I came all this way. Aren't you going to offer me some hospitality?"
"Oh, I thought you wouldn't be able to stomach anything I served in a place this 'shabby.'"
'She's using my own words against me. Just as they say, women and petty men are truly hard to deal with.'
