Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen walked around in a circle, but Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't find a suitable gift for Feng Qianchen. He scratched his head and said, "I'm so depressed. There's nothing suitable for you."
"I haven't found anything suitable for you." When he was with Jiao Xiaoliu, Feng Qianchen didn't look like an iceberg at all. There was always a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, like a warm and sunny man.
"By the way, shouldn't you go to Feng Juechen's wedding today?" Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly thought.
Feng Qianchen shook his head helplessly, "I was there originally, but Bu Qingyun ran to me and told me that you overturned the table and ran away. As soon as I became anxious, I ran out of the Prince's Mansion.
Feng Qianchen paused for a moment, "Did the words I said to Keren and the others make you uncomfortable?"
"Well," Jiao Xiaoliu didn't hide it, "it's very uncomfortable. You know I never care about things like status. They are all raised by their parents. They have to work hard to make a living. Why should they be inferior to others? Those who are distinguished and have nothing to do.
In my eyes, people are not much nobler than them."
Feng Qianchen didn't speak anymore, he just lowered his head thoughtfully, and there was a moment of silence between the two of them.
"Sister, sister..." A childish voice came from Jiao Xiaoliu's side.
Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen stopped. Jiao Xiaoliu bent down and pointed at himself, "Little sister, are you calling me?"
"Well," the little girl smiled sweetly and handed the envelope in front of Jiao Xiaoliu's eyes, "Sister, a big brother asked me to give it to you~"
Jiao Xiaoliu looked back at Feng Qianchen, saw him nodding, and took the envelope from the little girl's hand, "What does the big brother who asked you to give this to me look like?"
The little girl didn't answer Jiao Xiaoliu, and ran away with a giggle. Jiao Xiaoliu wanted to chase her, but was held back by Feng Qianchen, "It's useless to catch up. Let's take a look at what's in the envelope first."
Jiao Xiaoliu opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper. After reading the content on it, Jiao Xiaoliu frowned and handed the letter to Feng Qianchen, "Look, what is the purpose of this person?
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Feng Qianchen had already seen the content when Jiao Xiaoliu opened the letter, so he crumpled the letter into a ball and put it in his palm. The ball of paper suddenly turned into powder, "Ignore these things."
No, let's go back." Feng Qianchen was clearly smiling, but there was a glint in his eyes.
"The Seventh Prince's wedding yesterday was really unprecedented..." When Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qianchen walked past a tea stall, they heard the conversation of several people gathered around.
Feng Qianchen frowned and wanted to pull Jiao Xiaoliu away, but Jiao Xiaoliu instead pulled him to sit on the table next to those people. "I didn't see anything yesterday. I'll listen carefully today."
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"What would you two like to drink?" The waiter at the tea shed walked to Jiao Xiaoliu's table with a white towel draped over his left shoulder.
"Just two bowls of tea will do." Jiao Xiaoliu smiled as brightly as a flower. She wanted to hear how her own wedding became so famous.
The boy tossed the towel on his shoulder and said, "Okay, two bowls of tea."
Jiao Xiaoliu listened to the conversation on the table next to him with his ears raised, but the people there stopped talking and kept glancing towards them. Jiao Xiaoliu frowned, "Why didn't they say anything?"
