Gu Bailu breathed heavily on his shoulder – this Feng Qingtian was addicted to kissing.
"Hugging and kissing all the time is not in accordance with etiquette."
Feng Qingtian tapped her on the nose. "You're talking about etiquette with me?"
Going by etiquette, she should've been executed countless times.
"Let's not talk about etiquette then. I'll make business with your menus in the future."
"What menus? What business?" asked Feng Qingtian.
What exactly was she up to this time?
"I don't plan to sell clothes in my store anymore. I'm going to sell the food that Prince Zi eats. It's going to be a hit. Just look at the Prince Zi duck…"
Feng Qingtian was amused. "You're going to use your husband to make a fortune?"
"It isn't a big deal, I'm only using your name… Nothing else."
"There's no need for you to make money in this house. You can just buy whatever you want. You think it's so easy to run a business?"