When Qiao Qiqi came out, she saw her brother angrily snatching back his doll and cursing the person who had been messing with it.
"It's just a broken toy, isn't it? How much could it really be worth?" A young man from the Qiao Family disdainfully pointed at the doll that Qiao Jiezhe was holding as if it were a treasure.
"Not much, just a hundred thousand yuan," Qiao Qiqi walked over with a cold expression, her face exuding an icy demeanor.
The young man was startled and said nervously, "Who are you trying to fool? This junk isn't worth a hundred thousand. I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me for free, it'd just take up space!"
"No matter how much it costs, if it's not yours, you shouldn't touch it! Can't you understand something so simple? I don't care who you are or whose family you're from; right now, all of you go to the second floor on the east side of the villa and find a place to live!" Qiao Qiqi said coldly.
