Just as Gu Xuexue was about to smugly raise her neck to the sky, a clear sneer suddenly traveled from behind her. "So this is the so-called popular work of Qingyu Xuan? Could it be that the person wearing it feels that he has lived too long?"
Amidst the commotion, this voice seemed especially uncoordinated.
But it also made the rich madams withdraw a little from their fervent emotions.
"Are you tired of living? What do you mean? Are you saying that we'll become short-lived if we wear these jewelry?"
"Young Lady Qiqi, Qing Yuxuan is your Gu family's property. Does your family know that you're saying this?"
"Everyone, listen to Young Lady Qiqi. Perhaps, there's some inside story behind this?"
"That's right. What exactly is going on?"
These rich ladies were all smart and quickly smelled something unusual.
