He withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman revered by both gods and ghosts, "Miss Fujiwara, coming to the Divine Palace with a veil, are you worried the deities might discover something and become angry?"
Fujiwara Reiki certainly didn't anticipate the sharpness of his words, "Is Mr. Jiang here to argue with Li Ji today?"
Jiang Chen shook his head.
"I'm here to ask for money."
"Money?"
"A hundred thousand yen, Miss Fujiwara is surely aware."
Jiang Chen looked at those eyes, his face unchanged, his breath steady, "I've always considered Miss Fujiwara a friend."
The male beauty calculation is unclear.
But it certainly counts as fraud.
The already displeased Fujiwara Reiki let out a laugh, her elegant shoulders trembled slightly, and even the luxurious hairpin stuck in her bun wobbled.
"What is Mr. Jiang talking about, Li Ji doesn't quite understand."
"If Miss Fujiwara compensates the hundred thousand yen, she can still save our friendship."
