Helian Nana thought she'd misheard and reflexively retorted, "What did you say?"
It was as if she were offering up her face to be slapped again, when Prince Aisi replied with calm composure, "I said, I don't wish to yield, the seat I reserved two days ago, with a menu I personally selected, just so that Susu could enjoy a good meal. Hence, this time, I don't wish to yield!"
Hatred flashed through Helian Nana's eyes as she clenched her lips tightly.
Her long fingernails dug into the palm of her hand.
Duoduo hesitated at the side, unsure whether to speak up.
She knew the true identity of Prince Aisi; Persia had always been on good terms with Dayue, and it wouldn't be wise to force this issue, hoping he would be gracious.
But now, this man was lacking in grace, and she couldn't think of any countermeasures in the moment.
Use money to solve the problem?
Persians were not short of money.
Compete for power?