He meant trouble!!!
Those four big words rolled through her mind again and again. The alarm bells were ringing!
Though she was on guard to the utmost inwardly, her smile showed not the slightest strain. With an unchanged expression, she replied, "All right, no problem. It's just that the silver Mr. Gu gave me is too much. I'll have to work out how much wine that'll buy, then bring it over to you."
Shen Tang's words were nothing but an excuse to stall.
Every moment she could buy was a moment gained.
She thought to herself: If I'd known I'd run into this man when I went out, I'd have been better off staying home until I rotted from boredom. Damn, what rotten luck!
Who knew Mr. Gu would counter her every move?
He casually counted on his fingers with his right hand, and after a couple of breaths had worked out exactly how much wine was needed, completely foiling Shen Tang's plan. As if he hadn't seen the smile slowly slip from the corners of her mouth, he continued, "I've heard Young Master Shen can turn words into wine with Word Spirit, and that your skill is extraordinary. I'm also fond of good wine, so I prepared wine vessels at Yaoling Pavilion first thing this morning. You need only come with me. There's no need to prepare anything else."
Shen Tang: "..."
This time, she made no effort to rein in her thoughts.
Her face wore a gentle, refined smile, while inwardly she cursed him up and down.
[Damn it!]
She was sure Mr. Gu would receive her friendly signal.
Who knew Mr. Gu's expression wouldn't change at all—not even the slightest shift in his brows, the corners of his eyes, or his gaze. Shen Tang felt as if