Although the crowd could tell that Yun Chujiu was actually an imp, they were not angry. In fact, not only were they not angry, but they even craned their necks further and looked forward to the exciting verbal showoff.
Bai Moyu's face turned as dark as a thundercloud. "Yun Chujiu! This is too much! Five hundred thousand taels of silver?! Dream on!"
Yun Chujiu sighed in a seemingly helpless fashion. "I just want to help. Since you think it's expensive, just forget it, then. In any case, I'm not the one paralyzed. I didn't expect the fourth young mistress of the Bai family to not even be worth five hundred thousand taels of silver. How cheap!"
"Cheap?! You're the one who's cheap! Yun Chujiu, I won't forgive you!" Bai Morou was so angry that her face twisted into a savage expression. She wished that she could bite Yun Chujiu to death.
