Shen Wandan gave a reprimand, and Shen Xiaolin became even more arrogant. Did he forget his own identity?
Shen Xiaolin's eyes flickered slightly, not daring to meet Shen Wandan's gaze. Her fingernails pierced her palms as anger surged within her. The Pavilion Master was simply not worthy of respect. Only under the young Pavilion Master could Wandan Pavilion truly flourish.
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile as she kindly reminded Shen Wandan, "Sect Master, your servant has quite the airs..."
Shen Wandan: "..."
Even with her good temper, she felt a tightness in her chest from Mo Qingcheng's antics: "Young Madam..."
"Stop, Lord Pavilion Master, do you dare to speak with me alone?" Mo Qingcheng didn't want to waste time on other people's family matters; she hadn't yet achieved her purpose for coming here today.
Shen Wandan was taken aback, then smiled elegantly: "Young Madam, please come upstairs!"
"good!"
Mo Qingcheng gave Shen Xiaolin a meaningful look, then followed Shen Wandan up to the third floor, blocking all inquiring gazes.
A peculiar thought arose in Shen Wandan's mind and spread: the young mistress was sharp-tongued, but she was not annoying at all. Could she be sick?
Shaking his head, he rejected the absurd idea. How could that be? They were complete strangers, not even his own sister…
Mo Qingcheng looked at Shen Wandan and for some reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity. Cough cough... Maybe it was because she missed her brother whom she had never met?
Why……
Mo Qingcheng sighed inwardly, wondering how her brother was doing. Was he as handsome as the man before her, like a celestial being?
Shen Wandan pushed open the door and gestured for her to enter. Mo Qingcheng walked into the VIP room without any hesitation, as if she were in her own room. She pulled up a chair and sat down without any hesitation.
Shen Wandan was slightly taken aback, a faint smile appearing on her lips. For some reason, seeing that the young mistress didn't treat her like an outsider, she felt inexplicably happy.
Suppressing the bizarre thoughts in her heart, Shen Wandan personally brewed tea, poured a cup, and pushed it to Mo Qingcheng: "Young Madam, are you thirsty?"
"hehe……"
"Young Madam, have you calmed down?"
"hehe……"
"Young Madam..."
"hehe……"
Shen Wandan: "#￥&..."
Mo Qingcheng drank a cup of tea, then slowly took out two small porcelain bottles and, to Shen Wandan's surprise, pushed them in front of him: "Take a look?"
Shen Wandan: "..."
Why do I feel like my brain isn't working properly?
Shen Wandan's eyes flickered slightly as she suppressed her anger, pulled out a bottle stopper, and a strong medicinal fragrance wafted into her nostrils.
"This is..." Shen Wandan stood up excitedly: "Young Madam..."
"As you expected..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Shen Wandan indifferently, "Is Pavilion Master Shen interested?"
"I wonder what would it take for the young lady to be willing to put this elixir on the Wan Dan Pavilion for sale?" Shen Wan Dan took a deep breath, pulled out the stopper from another small porcelain bottle, and her heart was filled with turmoil.
“Three-seven!” Mo Qingcheng uttered two words calmly.
"Alright! We'll do as you say, young mistress, we'll have the seventh one from Wandan Pavilion."
"wrong!"
"Um?"
"I am seventh, and you Wan Dan Pavilion are third!" Mo Qingcheng lifted her eyelids and looked at Shen Wan Dan with a look of disbelief.
Shen Wandan: "..."
I've compiled a list of traditional Chinese cultural treasures; I wonder if I should talk about them?
Mo Qingcheng's lips curled into a smile: "Sect Master Shen, what do you think?"
No, what do you think?
Shen Wandan's fist hardened instantly. "Young Madam, how about we each give way a little?"
"Okay! June 4th!" Mo Qingcheng nodded readily. "Sign it!"
Shen Wandan: "..."
Why do I feel like I've been tricked into joining a pirate ship?
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