Zhao Rong really wanted to ask Zhu Yourong where she learned words like 'free-loading,' thinking she must have picked it up from him, so he swallowed his words.
"I... I'm not being presumptuous."
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at Zhu Yourong's expression and added, "I didn't want to free-load either."
"Then what do you want?" Zhu Yourong looked at the sun setting in the west.
"I just want to get some clarity on things."
"Then ask away."
Zhao Rong had no choice but to repeat: "The batch of Zhengguan Spring Water the Sacrificial Officer gave me—is it really not yours?"
Zhu Yourong shook her head, "No, it's not."
Zhao Rong frowned slightly, "But..."
"However," Zhu Yourong interjected, "If you insist on thanking me, I'm not opposed. I've heard about Ziyu giving away wealth generously; maybe I can free-load a bit myself."
"..."
Zhao Rong was speechless... Is she admitting or not? Please, if you're pretending, make it more convincing.
