Rong Yanran didn't even look at it, and said heroically: "I'll ask for it all. I'll give you money first. Keep all these goods. I'll buy some other things and come to pick them up later. The shopkeeper, or is it a precious thing suitable for betrothal gifts?"

The shopkeeper was very happy when he heard this, and immediately introduced her to the garment store opened by his relatives. Rong Yanran was still generous and swept away almost all the clothes in the store.

When Murong An arrived, he saw Rong Yanran pulling out silver notes like straw paper. She was still a little distressed. Such a big deal of buying betrothal gifts was the money he gave to Dongfang Feng!

"Ran'er, unhappy?" He walked to her side. How could her subtle expression change be hidden from his constant attention, "Because Young Master Luo is going to get married?"

Rong Yanran did not deny it: "It's a bit, but it's not entirely because he wants to get married, so I can't tell you why."

Murong An looked at her a little confused and confused look and wanted to smile, but found that she was very powerless. How could she feel at ease when facing the person she cared about doing something that hurt her? "Ran'er, what should you do in the future? Do you still have to continue to be a maid in the Luo family?"

Maid? Maid! This word deeply penetrated her nerves. Although she had no idea of ​​superiority and inferiority in her heart, it did not mean that others did not have it. But if she had a noble identity, she would inevitably be involved in a life of intrigue. Instead, she would rather live humbly and happily in this identity, at least she could gain sincere friendship.

"Master, your original promise counts?" She now felt that it would be better to follow Murong An. She really didn't want to see the two of them sweetly, but she brought tea and water.

"You mean to follow me, eat all over the world, and travel around the mountains and rivers? Naturally, my door will always be open for you!" After guessing the intention of her question, the anxiety was quickly removed. It seemed that Yanran didn't care much about Luo Zihengye, otherwise in this situation, she should have stopped getting married or stayed by his side to cause damage, so that he would feel much more at ease.

"Okay, sir, I'm willing to follow you. But don't always let me kneel down when I'm fine. If you don't like me anymore, drive me away." In fact, she wanted to say that if she didn't want to do it, she would leave, but it seems a bit inappropriate to talk about this.

Murong An agreed without hesitation, and suddenly felt that his future life was full of fun.

Rong Yanran spared no effort to spend flowers, but there were still a lot of silver notes left. Alas, Luo Ziheng is quite rich.

When she went back that night, Dongfang Feng asked her how she bought the betrothal gift. She said in a lot of detail that Dongfang Feng was quite satisfied, and the remaining silver bills were given to her very generously. Rong Yanran was so surprised that she almost wanted to keep a letter on the spot.

"Young Master really likes Miss Song. A talented man and beautiful woman are a perfect match!" She laughed and didn't expect that she would make such a fortune so easily. If she had known, she would have spent less. Wouldn't there be more left?
Chapter completed!