"Do you like it?" Yan Wuxu seemed to have grasped Su Ziceng's intent, and after glancing at the price tag of the set of Colorful Eggs, found it to be only "fifty thousand". This familiar number, which Fei Qing had initially used to dismiss her own expenses, caused Yan Wuxu to pause for a moment, reflecting that indeed, Chang Chi was Chang Mei's daughter, even pricing was strikingly similar. More ironically, just four Colorful Eggs amounted to the value of a human life.
"It's not about liking anymore," Su Ziceng's gaze had shifted elsewhere. At the entrance, Hang Yishao and Chang Chizi walked in, greeting the guests. Upon seeing Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu, they both hesitated.
