After the Thunder God Bead landed in Shen Chun's hand, it revealed a trace of gentle spiritual energy, as if it was wheedling with Shen Chun.
The corners of Shen Chun's lips curled up as she placed the Thunder God Bead in the box. Then, she looked at Fu Qing and said, "I really didn't expect you to be such a person. You wanted to swap the Thunder God Bead after failing to win it. If Sr. He hadn't helped me today, not only would I have to suffer in silence, but the reputation of Sr. He's auction would have also been implicated by you."
Fu Qing couldn't afford to offend Sr. He, so she panicked and hurriedly asked the voice in her heart.
"It's all your fault. What should we do now?!"
"What are you panicking for?! No one saw you swap this lousy bead, so just deny it!" As she spoke, her dark gaze landed on Shen Chun. "Let that little b*tch be smug for a while longer. I'll deal with her sooner or later. Her face will definitely improve your looks."
