With a cold sneer in his heart, Xia Zheng tossed the account book before Young Master Ma, who gave him a deep look, then lowered his head.
His neck suddenly became as stiff as stone, unable to lift it again.
Five thousand taels!
Yes, the account book clearly stated five thousand taels.
"What, so expensive?" Young Master Ma even doubted whether the voice was his own, so hoarse and rough.
Lin Yuan's lips twitched, and she reached out to take the account book, but Xia Zheng was quicker, "Oh, First Scholar, you might not know, but this is a discounted price courtesy of my dear Yuanyuan! Actually, I didn't agree to her giving a discount. After all, you're the First Scholar, why would you care about such a small concession?"
Young Master Ma's eyelids turned iron blue, he cared, indeed he cared very much.
But, no matter how much he cared, he felt embarrassed to say "a little cheaper" in front of his beloved.
