"This humble woman dares not laugh, I only hope that the Prince can help this humble woman push this matter aside," murmured Qiao Xiaomai with a tightened face.
"No problem, no problem." Yang Ye nodded in agreement.
Speaking frankly, the root of this issue lay with him.
If he hadn't called Ma Dongshu and consequently Cen Hong, none of this trouble would be present now.
"Thank you, Prince," Qiao Xiaomai appeased him with an artificial smile.
Yang Yefeng eyed her skeptically, clicking his tongue slightly.
Qiao Xiaomai returned his gaze, her eyes questioning.
Yang Ye leisurely raised his hand to pour another cup of tea, he sighed faintly, "If I were to offer you the position of chief wife, would you accept?"
Qiao Xiaomai; "...Prince, please don't make fun of this humble woman."
"I'm not jesting - consider my offer seriously," Yang Ye held up his teacup, not drinking, only lightly shaking it in his hand, a serious look glinting on his handsome face.