Su Ye turned her head and looked over.
Nan Ying walked up to Su Ye's side.
"Miss Su, might you be willing to sell me that golden bead in your hand?"
Su Ye shook her head.
"I don't plan on selling it."
As she spoke, Su Ye put the golden bead into her Spatial Bag.
Nan Ying gazed at Su Ye, a flicker of emotion in her eyes.
She hadn't met Su Ye many times, but on every occasion, she had been humiliated by her.
There was the time with the Third Prince's leg, and now this incident with the golden bead.
Nan Ying stared intently at Su Ye.
"I'll offer one hundred thousand gold leaves."
Su Ye's expression remained unchanged.
"I already said, this item is not for sale."
Nan Ying continued to raise the price.
"Two hundred thousand gold leaves."
After she spoke, Su Ye paused, staring at Nan Ying for a moment.
Nan Ying thought she had a chance and said with a smile,
"The golden bead may be rare, but it's of no use to you."
"I only wish to buy it as a birthday gift for my father."
