Ye Chutang was a little surprised. "What?"
A glint in his eye, Shen Yanchuan said, "It's a birthday gift. Wouldn't it spoil the fun if I told you beforehand?"
'This man is actually trying to keep me in suspense?'
Ye Chutang raised an eyebrow and replied with a smile, "The Princely Heir has always been generous, so it must be a grand gift. Should I thank you in advance, then?"
It never hurt to take a freebie. Shen Yanchuan was known for being open-handed, so of course Ye Chutang accepted.
Shen Yanchuan hadn't expected her to agree so readily. He stared into her obsidian-like eyes. "Really? If I give it to you, you can't refuse."
Ye Chutang had a faint feeling that something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
But she still trusted Shen Yanchuan. The Young Master Heir had given his word—how could it be anything less than wonderful?
So, her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled and nodded.
