Xue Lan looked at Qiaoxu, instinctively feeling apprehensive. The sense of superiority and confidence she had when facing Xia Yumo disappeared completely when facing Qiaoxu.
She could mock Xia Yumo for being poor and destitute, looking down on her several levels.
However, she couldn't mock Qiaoxu. In fact, she had no confidence to raise her voice when talking to Qiaoxu.
"Only someone like you, Mrs. Gu, would care about such a small amount of money."
Qiaoxu's eyes revealed a hint of undisguised ridicule as if to say Xue Lan was petty and concerned about several million as if it was a big deal.
Xue Lan, reading the message dripping from Qiaoxu's stare, understood every word and her face swelled red with anger.
Several million was barely enough to buy the Patek Philippe watch on her hand, did she really care about that amount of money?
Of course, she didn't care; she just wanted to use that money to humiliate Xia Yumo, the poor wretch.
