The Countess Shengping laughed until she coughed a few times, her gaze towards Su Juan filled with increasing fondness.
Liu Miaoying covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiling silently.
Many of the people present stifled their laughter; this Heir Consort truly... knew how to speak.
Song Qianfan's face, which had been full of energy just moments ago, now looked darker than the bottom of a cook's pot. He gritted his teeth, giving Su Juan a warning look, indicating that if she dared to spout nonsense again, he would cut off her tongue when they got home!
Receiving Song Qianfan's warning gaze, Su Juan felt baffled, "What's up with that Song dog again, he was fine just now, why the sudden change?"
Su Juan's gaze wandered between the two of them, puzzled, "Could it be that the little enchantress next to him didn't satisfy him just now?"
The people present widened their eyes, what did she mean?
Was it as they thought?
