When one owes money, one lacks confidence. "Prince Shang… you've arrived?"
Watching Yue Mingxuan's expression change from anger to flattery, Shang Qinghua felt that this man was like an opera performer who could change faces in an instant.
So young, yet his self control was already so strong.
If he were not a Ger, he would surely become someone great.
But Shang Qinghua preferred Yue Mingxuan when he did not hide himself.
Teasing a little cat, if it had no claws, would lose all the fun.
Seeing that Shang Qinghua showed no intention of collecting "interest" for a long time, Yue Mingxuan secretly let out a breath of relief.
Perhaps he had overthought it after that forced kiss last time.
Maybe the "interest" Shang Qinghua mentioned did not mean that at all.
After realizing this, his expression relaxed, and the fake flattering smile on his face faded a little.
When it came to money, he still had a bit left.
Paying interest should be possible, right?
