Mu Jiangli glanced at him, inclined to pour more tea for Liu Shimei, and asked, "May I ask a rather presumptuous question? Has Eldest Miss Liu decided on a supplier for Fusheng Pavilion's herbs?"
With his status, it was usually others who came seeking him. Yet, this silly second prince had been warning him with his eyes the entire time, leaving him no choice but to take the initiative.
Liu Shimei had completely failed to notice her pet dog communicating with someone else through their gazes and replied, "Not yet."
She hadn't expected him to suddenly bring up this matter. She was the one in need here, and she hadn't even opened her mouth yet?
Was this a stroke of good luck falling from the sky?
She felt that something was odd, but she could not quite put her finger on it.