Tang Ruge's face darkened as she clenched her fists tightly. Her fingernails were almost digging into her palms, but she still gritted her teeth and refused to say anything. She maintained her last shred of dignity.
Qiao Xi smiled lightly. "May I ask if I've won?"
The shop owner stood rooted to the ground for a few seconds. He did not expect the young master of the Luo family, Luo Qing, to really come.
When he heard Qiao Xi's words, he hurriedly nodded. "Yes! Of course, you've won."
Tang Ruge lowered her head with a ferocious expression. After a moment of silence, she slowly looked up and revealed a relieved smile. "I didn't expect this miss to be from the Luo family. I was ignorant and didn't know better. I've lost."
Gu Yao snorted. "Since you lost the bet, take out that ancient painting!"
