Zhao Dong frowned, looking at the group before him. "Who are you people? Do I know you?"
Yun Keqing took a deep breath, a frosty look clouding her stunningly beautiful face. "You brat, stop playing dumb. The owner already told us you deliberately snatched the stone. I order you to hand it over now."
Zhao Dong was taken aback for a moment before sneering, "I snatched it? I have the payment record right here!"
With that, he produced the record. Yun Keqing's fine brows knitted together. "Eight thousand?"
"That's right, eight thousand! If you don't believe me, go ask the people who were around the old man. Ask them whether I snatched it or if he sold it to me."
After speaking, Zhao Dong's gaze lingered on Yun Keqing, and he couldn't help but marvel at her.
