While distressed, her jealousy of Lu Moqing's boundless love for Qiaoxu grew even stronger.
She knew that even if it was to prove Qiaoxu's innocence, Lu Moqing didn't need to do this. He was so extravagant with his money, simply because he saw his wife being accused and wanted to show his support for her.
Thinking of it, Yan Yufei felt so sour, as if her internal organs were corroded by vinegar.
She stared intently at Lu Moqing's face. He seemed to have no interest in these antiques, and even when Yang Jia explained the origins of these antiques to everyone, he only listened casually without showing any amazed expression.
Instead, it was the gasps of admiration from the others, praising Long Ge's means and admiring Lu Moqing's extravagance and confidence.
But when Yang Jia mentioned the prices, Lu Moqing didn't even blink. Tens of millions sounded like mere pocket change to him.
It was incomparable, incomparable, and the comparison could make one bleed with anger.
