"So what if they suspect? Even if they do, they still have to buy my stuff in the end, don't they? And as long as the Yang Family doesn't suspect anything, I've got nothing to worry about,"
Qiao Xiaomai said, raising her eyebrows, "With the Yang Family backing me, who do I need to suck up to?"
In the past, she would have been anxious about silver, but now there was no need to rush.
Bei Yun saw the provocative look on her face and clicked his tongue, "It's better to keep a low profile in life, in case some 'god' pops up one day and wipes you out."
As he said this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Bei Lingsu.
Such words were a bloody reflection of himself!
Qiao Xiaomai didn't respond outwardly upon hearing this, but internally she decided to ask Yang Wenxiao for more people. She had to make the Qiao Residence as impregnable as a fortress, so not even a fly could get in.
