Zuo Xiangning bit her lower lip and revealed what she believed to be a sincere smile, gently saying, "I'm not lacking silver now; when I am, I will tell the Young Master."
Lingxiao took the land deed in one hand, some anger returning to his bosom.
"Where did you buy these pastries?" Zuo Xiangning tried to ease the atmosphere, picking up a pastry and taking another bite, "They're really quite delicious."
The man sat there with a stern face, not even glancing her way once.
Zuo Xiangning sighed awkwardly, bowed her head, and sat by the window, no longer speaking.
Seeing her in such a submissive state, the man grew even more irritated inside.
The two arrived at Mingyue Mountain, and Lingxiao was the first to step off the carriage, lifting the curtain to see Zuo Xiangning sitting there with a pouting mouth and a dejected look, taking a long time to stand up and walk towards the carriage door.
Lingxiao hesitated for a moment, then reached out a hand toward her.