Sure enough, An Yiqing began to speak.
"According to Mr. Meng Po's suggestion, should I be thanking you profusely?" She smiled, her gaze at Meng Po was clear and gentle, but inexplicably gave Meng Po a slight chill.
Meng Po tried to suppress the panic in his heart, stiffened his neck, and shamelessly sighed, "Miss An, please understand, I really mean well. There aren't many young people like you interested in rough stones nowadays. I just don't want you to give up because you lost this competition."
"Oh!~" An Yiqing looked as if she had an epiphany, "Mr. Meng Po, you're being quite considerate. I should really thank you for going easy on me. However...I happen to have a slightly different opinion."
Meng Po's eyelids twitched, but he remained silent.
"Mr. Meng Po, how can you be so sure that the rough stones I selected are inferior to yours?" Though An Yiqing smiled, there was an inexplicable chill about her.
