His words instantly made the cocky grin disappear from Feng's delicate lips. She snapped her head in his direction and hissed, "Stop calling that bastard my ex!! He was my ex-fiancé! The specifics are important! The way you say it sounds like we were more than a forced betrothal that never led to fruition!"
"Hoho. Got it," Quinlan laughed under his breath at her strong reaction.
After a lot of cute scoffing and pouting, Feng pointed toward a nearby establishment. It was a restaurant made of blackened stone, its sign etched with fiery characters that read 'Ash-Fed Dumplings.'
"The old guys said this place is a hidden gem."
Quinlan raised a brow. "They even gave you restaurant recommendations? These beggars provide one hell of a service."
"…" Feng looked at him for a few seconds before she sighed with a bit of annoyance visible in her face. "I think they pitied me. They probably helped me more than my coin was worth to them."
