Dong Wanqiu's body stiffened under his gaze, her heart seething with indignation.
Lu Ping did this on purpose; he surely knew how desperately she needed the thousand-year soul crystal sand, so he refused her just to see her beg!
Dong Wanqiu ground her teeth secretly, thinking to herself: For now, I'll beg this scoundrel, but once I get the thousand-year soul crystal sand, I'll make him pay!
With that plan in mind, Dong Wanqiu had mapped out how to torment Lu Ping. Yet on the surface, she pouted and actually knelt straight down.
Lu Ping was somewhat surprised, while Ning Youwei and the others, as well as Dong Wanqiu's subordinates, couldn't believe it.
The arrogant and proud Dong Wanqiu was actually kneeling to Lu Ping?
Was that thousand-year soul crystal sand really so important to her?
"Lu Ping, please sell me some thousand-year soul crystal sand. It's not for me, but to prolong my grandfather's life!"