The paranoid prince pinched my waist with a sinister look in his eyes: "You ran away, why didn't you run away?"
I rolled my eyes and spread my palms: "Why are you running away? Let's pay for last night's chat. It's a hundred taels of gold. Thank you for your patronage."
He was stunned, then sneered: "How dare you ask for money from my own people?"
I took out the "Prince's Contract of Sale" that I had drawn overnight and slapped it on his chest:
"I'm sorry, last night you said in your own words, 'I am all yours,' and the recording stone is proof. Do you want to listen to it?"
