"It's so expensive. Can't it be cheaper?" Ling blinked, feigning a pained expression.
Shameless, trying to swindle money from this darling! A Curmudgeon like you, who has lived for hundreds of years, can you really be short on funds?
Don't be absurd!
"990,000 is the lowest price," Qiao Mu said apathetically.
"You just said it might not be good if it's expensive!"
"It's different if I'm the one setting the price. I have my own reasons for charging a high price!" Qiao Mu coldly interrupted. "Are you buying it or not? I only have one bottle left!"
"Buy, buy, buy." Ling's heart ached as she handed over the money. "Can you throw in some extra gifts?"
The corners of the short and stout man's eyes and mouth twitched. Observing the scene, he felt an indescribable strangeness.
Did this child have any awareness as a hostage?
She was actually conducting business among them!
