Good Times

As someone beside Xie Jiuhan, Xie Qi was naturally knowledgeable. He had seen such a pearl at an overseas exhibition. There was only one such pearl in the entire exhibition, but it was sold at a high price.

Feng Qing took out an exquisite card from the wooden box. There were a few rows of small words written on it. Feng Qing's lips twitched as she looked at the content of the card. Then, she rolled the card into a paper ball. Xie Jiuhan noticed Feng Qing's actions. She closed the exquisite wooden box with an ugly expression.

Xie Jiuhan asked, "Who is it?"

Feng Qing did not look at the man. Instead, she held the wooden box and walked out. "I'll naturally tell you when I have to. I'm going to be late for class. I'll leave first. Eat slowly."