Princess Duoduo turned around, her eyes admiringly fixed on Fan Nuo. "Young Master Fan Nuo, the letter that my Brother Sang entrusted to my father is in my hands."
Fan Nuo gave a slight nod, indicating he understood. In fact, he had already known when Princess Duoduo caught up with him and stopped him. "Princess Duoduo, the letter is in your hands, but instead of giving it to your father, you have come to me. Do you want to make a deal with me?"
"Yes, Young Master Fan Nuo, I want to marry you."
She wanted to marry Fan Nuo, marry this man she had fallen for at first sight, as if he were an exiled immortal.
Fan Nuo didn't speak; his face gave away no emotions.
