In the main bedroom upstairs, Xia Weibao sat on the sofa, watching the man who was massaging her feet.
She had walked a lot today, and her feet were sore.
"So the Ancient Tomb was traded with Yan Fei for ten billion and a military base. That's really expensive!"
Lu Hualiang pinched her cheek, "Not expensive."
Fortunately, she wanted that Ancient Tomb back then, otherwise, their tomb would have fallen into someone else's hands.
Every little detail inside was arranged by him personally, carrying memories of their time together, beyond the measure of money.
Besides, these were the betrothal gifts.
In her past life, she was an orphan, directly returning to the palace with him to become Her Majesty the Empress, without any betrothal gifts.
This life, it's made up for.
Xia Weibao suddenly placed a foot on his chest, eyes mischievously gleaming, "Director Lu, if you want to marry me, I'm afraid ten billion in betrothal gifts isn't enough."
