Pushing the Blame

Qiao Nian had sent over so many treasures. This made everyone realize that the Suranne Grass didn't belong to Qiao Xin at all. Instead, it belonged to Qiao Nian.

Every person in the crowd was admiring these expensive plants. They all looked at Qiao Nian with respect.

Qiao Nian had never been one to be taken advantage of easily. She had no intention of letting Qiao Xin off the hook.

Qiao Nian's beautiful fox-like eyes opened a little wider as she spoke, her words unhurried. "Qiao Xin, are you still going to insist that this pot of Suranne Grass is yours?"

Inch by inch, Qiao Xin turned her head to look at Qiao Nian. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her eyes were filled with fear and unease.

Qiao Nian pointed at the pot of Suranne Grass Qiao Xin had brought over and said with a smile, "Why don't you give my suggestion a try? Anyway, you'll only be ruining one pot of Suranne Grass. I'm sure Director Lin won't feel the pinch."