A woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the ocean, impossible to fathom!
Jiang Jichen couldn't be bothered to guess.
'Hmph, I've navigated countless gardens of flowers and reached the Supreme Realm of having not a single petal cling to me. Am I supposed to be afraid of a little vixen like Qingya?'
He thought arrogantly, a light, carefree smile already on his face. "Since Miss Qingya commands it, how could I dare refuse? Hmm? If you see something you like, just buy it. This Young Master of the Pavilion doesn't have much of anything... except for Spirit Stones!"
Jiang Jichen was full of confidence, having just earned over two million Seventh Grade Spirit Stones.
At that moment, he had the perfect look of a nouveau riche who treated Spirit Stones like dirt.
Qingya chuckled softly. "Then let's go. Shopping with a generous, wealthy man like Young Master Lingchen is truly one of life's great pleasures!"
