When her words fell, the faces of several people changed drastically, turning into an ugly shade of cyan and purple. They all wished they could dig out the crab they had just eaten; the aunt was even grinding her teeth in anger.
Qiao Mo withdrew her gaze indifferently and turned to go upstairs, but her heart became increasingly cold.
It was only after her figure completely disappeared that the downstairs became noisy again.
"What were you thinking buying crab! If I get cancer, I'll never let you off the hook!" Qiao Deshan blamed his wife, feeling uncomfortable as he recalled how much he had just eaten.
"Alright, stop arguing!" Old Mrs. Qiao spoke sternly, her face unpleasant.
"Grandma, I inquired today, Qin Zhaoran's surgery costs about fifty million yuan, which is not a small amount." Qiao Yin spoke gently on the side.
"Fifty million?"
