Chiang Xiao's pupils shrank.
Such an expensive thing, and he's actually giving it to her? What on earth is Tyrant Meng thinking!
She had already thought Tyrant Meng was crazy when she saw the hundred dollars, but now, seeing this necklace, she didn't think he was just crazy—he was outright a fool.
She stood right beside Meng Xinian, so she couldn't help herself this time, taking advantage of others being blocked from their sight, her hand hidden on the inside stealthily poked his shoulder wound.
Feeling Meng Xinian's body tense up momentarily from the pain, she gritted her teeth and lowered her voice, speaking in a tone only the two of them could hear, "Meng Xinian, I really shouldn't have trusted you, you fool! Don't you know how valuable this thing is?"
"Who says I don't know? This was left by my grandmother, I know it's valuable," Meng Xinian slightly tilted his head, also responding in a voice that only the two of them could hear.