After Manager Liu exited the private box, it was quiet inside.
Two siblings plus three men, five pairs of eyes in total, just stared at her without blinking.
"What's up." Qiao Mu calmly returned their gazes.
Whether it was the shape or aroma, the "500-year-old snow ginseng" that Qiaoqiao gave to Manager Liu just now was identical to the one that she "confiscated" earlier.
But according to the little fellow's disposition, it was impossible for her to take it out again after putting it away in her inner world.
Unless…
"Cough, can I ask, what exactly is the 500-year-old snow ginseng that you swapped for Sir Zheng?" Duan Yue asked curiously.
"A tonic." The little fellow supported her cheek with one hand as she stood by the window, looking down to admire Sir Zheng's glum expression after having his "snow ginseng" refunded.
