After being warned by the staff, the rich woman decided against making a move.
With so many people present, if she's publicly thrown out by security, where will her reputation go!
She snorted coldly at Qiao Jing and Song Jiaqi, then disdainfully turned her head away and continued pushing forward to the exhibition cabinet.
Song Jiaqi rolled her eyes and didn't feel like arguing any further.
She gently took Qiao Jing's injured hand, showing some concern on her face, "Sister Jing Yun, is your hand okay? Does it hurt a lot?"
Qiao Jing shook her head, "It's nothing, just a scratch, not a big deal."
As they were talking, the rich woman's flamboyant voice suddenly rang out.
"I want this Thousand-Year Ganoderma; pack it up for me! I'll pay by card right away!"
Qiao Jing and Song Jiaqi simultaneously turned to look and saw the staff saying calmly, "Sorry, this Ganoderma is not for sale to the public."
