Gu Qingli's lips trembled as she saw the host describing the jade chess. Her hands on the armrest tightened sharply, and a strong anger appeared in her eyes.
Tang Muhan, what a scumbag!
This chess could be counted as their ancestral treasure, which was handed down by her Grandpa's grandfather. Her father cherished her, so he used it as her dowry. But unfortunately, after she married into the Tang family, she never saw these things again. Unexpectedly it appeared in such an occasion. How ironic!
Gu Qingli's mood fluctuated so much that it was soon sensed by Xi Moxiao. He looked down at Gu Qingli and found that she pinched the handles tightly. He then raised his head suddenly, as if he had realized something.
He squinted, put his hand on the back of Gu Qingli's hand. His hands wrapped Gu Qingli's delicate hand.
Gu Qingli immediately became alert. She turned and looked at Xi Moxiao in amazement. She saw him looking straight ahead, looking at the white jade chess in the light.