Hearing the sound, Duan Yixuan paced back to the square table, looked at the last unsightly box with disdain, and opened the clasp with a 'click'.
Alerted by the crisp noise, Duan Jingming, who was admiring the Pangu Inkstone, also cast a glance over.
Duan Yixuan lifted the lid of the case and began inspecting the contents mockingly laughed, "Qiaoqiao, cousin, what kind of junk are you giving to Grandfather? Why is this inkstone platform chipped on the edges!"
She hadn't expected that there would also be an inkstone in Li Qiao's gift, but at first glance, it looked quite ordinary, as if it had been used by someone else.
"Xuanxuan, don't talk nonsense!" Duan Yuanhong warned sharply, cautiously glancing at Li Guangming, afraid of angering his wealthy brother-in-law.
Just as Duan Yixuan reached out to take out the items from the box, Duan Jingming suddenly shouted, "Don't touch it!"
Duan Yixuan was startled, nearly tipping the case over.
