"Well done," he praised, his voice still strained, but appreciative, though the eyes remain devoid of any emotions. "It seems I underestimated you..."
She beamed with pride, knowing she had pleased him.
"Now, grace have proven herself worthy to discuss about things she wanted to discuss. Go on then..." he added with his finger tapping on the chair's arms.
She sat up straight, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, still trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she replied, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "But I think it's only fair that you return the favor," she said boldly, meeting his gaze with newfound confidence.
Zhao Fan looked at with dagger glaze, slightly impressed by her audacity. "Is that so? Very well then, but first, let us get comfortable,"
