"Inside this is a special sachet I made for the Old Lady Song. It contains various Chinese herbs that help calm the nerves, aid in sleep, and relieve headaches," Nan Yu spoke evenly, without a hint of panic.
The room fell silent in an instant.
All eyes were on the small gift box, exuding a cheap scent.
Those attending the banquet were either rich or noble, each gift given was extravagant, even the least expensive gifts worth hundreds of thousands.
This fake sachet could probably be bought for a hundred yuan for ten pieces. As for those effects, they were surely false.
A hint of mockery appeared on everyone's face simultaneously.
Even a look of disdain flashed in Yu Lan's eyes.
Nan Qingqing thought it was almost time and timely stepped forward.
"Sister, even if we've severed ties, if you can't afford a nice gift, you could have spoken to mom and dad. They wouldn't have ignored you."
"But how could you give something that can't even be displayed publicly?"