Li Liangting's eyes widened.
If it weren't for the consideration that Tian Wujing, having just slaughtered his entire family last night, might not be in a good mood, the Earl of North Border would have truly cursed aloud.
How much confidence do you, Tian Wujing, actually have to dare not raise the price at all?
Well, the price was settled. Now it was his turn to choose.
Zheng Fan suddenly felt that something was off, very off. In his previous life, he ran a horror-themed comic studio and had genuinely never created any saccharine works.
However, Zheng Fan quickly suppressed his slightly uncomfortable emotions. In truth, he had long since thought it through and made his decision.
Immediately, Zheng Fan took two steps forward, bowed to the Earl of North Border, and said, "Thank you, My Lord, for your appreciation."
This was an expression of gratitude, but in reality, it was a refusal.
