Qin Yin glanced at Nianzhi and sighed inwardly; the child had gotten grease all over himself again. He'd need a good scrubbing tonight.
"What, does Madam have no feelings for me anymore?" Nan Sichen's repeated "Madam" was making Qin Yin uneasy.
"How could that be." Qin Yin laughed awkwardly, "I have lots of feelings, lots of feelings indeed."
Nan Sichen continued with a half-smile, leaning closer to Qin Yin, "What kind of feelings?"
"Uh..." Qin Yin was speechless. What was with this man today? He insisted on making her say something.
She paused for a moment before saying, "The feeling of being very wealthy. By the way, are you really planning to write 'Eternal Chang'an' under my name? And give those two cars to Nianzhi?"
"Yes."
"But Nianzhi is still young. Maybe I should drive the cars first. By the way, will you cover the gas money?"
"Depends on your performance."
"What performance are we talking about?"
"Yes."
"Then tell me how I should perform?"
