"Shen Ye, you really are terrible. You almost scared that old lady into passing out!" Bai Ziqi giggled, her silver-bell-like laughter sounding like pearls tumbling onto a jade plate.
Shen Ye smiled warmly and said, "That old hag wanted to scam me, but her own poor eyesight made her scam herself. Is that my fault?"
Bai Ziqi asked curiously, "What on earth is that pitch-black 'dried radish', and is it really worth one million five hundred and seventy thousand?"
Chapter 171