Give You One Chance to Rephrase Yourself!

Yan Ruyu hurriedly pulled Hua Qiang behind her, took the business card from his pocket, and stuffed it into her own. Then she looked at the cat-eared girl with a face full of disdain and vigilance.

"Miss, my Young Master has entrusted all his daily affairs to me. If you have anything to say, say it to me. Don't rub yourself against my Young Master.

"And let me tell you, my Young Master isn't interested in your type!"

Ho ho ho!

Hahaha!

The onlookers burst into delighted laughter. The cat-eared girl glared at Yan Ruyu, gritting her teeth, yet she could not very well lash out on the spot.

So many people were watching, and she did not want to lose her composure in front of Hua Qiang.

"Benefactor, hurry, go cut the stone over there!

"This little monk is desperate to know whether what lies inside is truly an artifact of our Buddhist sect!"

"That's right, little brother, hurry and cut it open. Let us see what it is and feast our eyes."

"There was actually a treasure inside this broken stone. We really all misjudged it. It seems many things cannot be judged by their outward appearance!"

"Yes, yes, yes. This old man also wishes to know what exactly is inside. Judging by that light, this item has quite an extraordinary origin!"

"Hehe, don't get ahead of yourselves. Perhaps it's merely some kind of jade, or maybe just ordinary purple jade."

The crowd chattered away, each vying to voice their own thoughts.

Hua Qiang handed the raw stone to Yan Ruyu. After all, the little girl had just said that he had entrusted all his affairs to her.

If he went to cut the stone himself, would that not be slapping her in the face?

Yan Ruyu accepted