Xian Guiying raised her hand. In her hand, there was a beautiful little box. The incense box belonged to Cui Liuxian.
"Honestly, I didn't know you had this box of incense at first, but you probably didn't know that when I get bored in America, I love learning about these fragrances. This kind of incense is from India? Who are you trying to fool? The effect of this oil won't be able to be detected quite clearly unless you use fire to burn it. Cui Liuxian, what kind of friend do you usually have? You've made someone buy this on your behalf on some foreign website, haven't you?"
After hearing what Xian Guiying said, Old Man Xian, who was quietly watching Cui Liuxian with a cold look, suddenly turned around and saw the small box in her hand.
