Qin Sisi withdrew her gaze, nodded to the girl, and replied calmly, "Yes, that's me. May I ask if you are looking for me for something?"
The woman in black flicked her wrist, and in her raised hand now dangled a transparent bag filled with spirit stones, which twinkled under the sunlight.
"So many high-quality spirit stones?" Xiao Meng couldn't help but gape, thinking it was a display of extreme wealth.
What she had brought with her when she came were mainly low-grade and middle-grade spirit stones, and she had only brought ten high-quality spirit stones, which amounted to her living expenses for a semester.
The woman in black handed the bag to Qin Sisi, her voice still as cold as ice, "Here are twenty high-quality spirit stones, given to you by my young master."
Qin Sisi looked at the considerable wealth with bewilderment, unable to recall when she had become acquainted with such a generous noble young master.
