Qiao Mu shot a disdainful look at Nie Yaoguang, her expression showing her disbelief.
Was this person completely clueless? Couldn't he see how many batches of fish she had already collected from the Spring River?
The Holy Daughter's anger was rising, and she felt an urge to pull out her hair. She burst out, "I want these saber-toothed fish!"
Ever since she had met the seemingly emotionless individual, the Holy Daughter had been seething with anger. She had been making an effort to suppress her frustration and maintain her composure, despite the little stoic's interference.
But now…
This was beyond tolerable!
Why did this stoic-faced person want to snatch everything, even the saber-toothed fish she had her eyes on?
Qiao Mu couldn't help but glance at the Holy Daughter with a mix of pity and disdain.
"I knew this person was utterly clueless! Why else would she ask such a ridiculous question?" she thought to herself.
