Zhi'er looked at the refined and polite Fourth Brother.
She blinked her long lashes and looked towards Feng Fuce.
The latter lowered his head, raising an eyebrow, watching her leisurely.
As if wanting to see how she planned to claim those two silver notes for herself.
Zhi'er's lively eyes flickered a couple of times.
She turned her small face to look at the Fourth Heir Bai Daoyan.
"Fourth Brother, just now Brother Fu Ce agreed, he promised to let Zhi'er keep this silver note."
The three princely heirs present, Bai Yaoyu, Bai Daoyan, and Bai Fengqing, were all taken aback.
The Fifth Heir Bai Fengqing scratched his ear.
He had a look of disbelief and suspicion: "Did the Marquis speak just now? Is there something wrong with my ears?"
Zhi'er shook her little head.
On her chubby little face, she was completely serious, full of confidence.
"He told me with his eyes, he said yes."
Feng Fuce and the three brothers: ...
Bai Fengqing almost laughed out loud.
