Qiao Nian placed her hand on the glass cabinet and gently tapped twice with his fingers. Her gaze fell on the Suranne Grass she had meticulously taken care of, now enclosed in a display cabinet. Coldly, she snorted.
Her gaze swept across the people who were looking at her with disdain. Her eyes were as cold as ice, and the oppressive aura she exuded stunned everyone.
Su Yan looked at Qiao Nian in disbelief. He hadn't expected Qiao Nian to be so imposing. Her aura was unbelievably strong.
Qiao Nian's gaze finally fell on Qiao Xin's face. She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes filled with cold arrogance. She said disdainfully, "You think you can afford my Suranne Grass?"
The surroundings instantly went silent. Everyone's gaze fell on Qiao Nian's face.
Su Yan drew a sharp breath and frowned, looking at Qiao Xin in confusion.
Qiao Xin's palms were covered in cold sweat. She looked at Qiao Nian, her face pale, not daring to speak.
