Chapter 223: Teasing the Playboy (11)

Liu Chengfeng's luck seemed to be extremely poor; he had cut nine raw stones in a row, but inside, let alone high-grade crystal stones, not even a single red crystal stone had appeared.

At this moment, placed in front of Liu Chengfeng was an oval raw stone about the size of a soccer ball; looking at its exterior, its appearance was indeed excellent, with both spotted patterns and python bands, and they were clear and distinct, otherwise it wouldn't have been chosen by Liu Chengfeng.

It was just that he didn't know what it was like inside.

After all, for humans, even the most powerful experts could not probe through the shell of a raw stone to see what was inside.

This was the last raw stone.

Liu Chengfeng hesitated, holding the specialized stone-cutting knife, gesturing up, down, left, and right, but the blade dared not fall for a long time.

Today, he had spent one thousand gold coins to carefully select ten raw stones, but the nine pieces cut previously were all waste material.

If this last one didn't work out either, then his one thousand gold coins would have been thrown away for nothing.

One thousand gold coins, that was ten thousand silver coins; although he, Liu Chengfeng, was the noble Second Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was not an amount he could just casually toss away.

Therefore, at this moment, Liu Chengfeng was undoubtedly nervous and apprehensive; he put down the stone-cutting knife, took out a grinding knife from the side, and carefully began to grind the stone from the left side, following the direction of the python bands.

After grinding for about ten minutes, Liu Chengfeng was obviously getting impatient; he switched directly back to the stone-cutting knife, stopped gesturing, and cut straight from the middle toward both sides.

With a soft "crack" sound, the raw stone split from the middle to the sides, the cut edge as neat and smooth as tofu, but unfortunately… the inside was gray and white, and not a trace of any crystal stone could be seen.

"Clap!" Liu Chengfeng was so angry that he threw down the stone-cutting knife, and as he looked up, he happened to see Su Luo facing him with a half-smile.

Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road.

When enemies meet, they are especially jealous.

Especially in the current situation.

"It's you—" Liu Chengfeng recognized Su Luo at a glance; his eyes, which were already gloomy, were now filled with haze, glaring at Su Luo with cold and vicious intent.

A faint, cold smile curled on the corners of Su Luo's lips, and she slightly raised her eyebrows, saying nonchalantly, "Hmm, it is This Young Lady, what do you intend to do?"

Before Liu Chengfeng could speak, his lackey rushed over and said arrogantly to Su Luo, "Do you know what status our Young Master holds? How dare you speak to our Young Master with such an attitude?"

As for the lowly servant, Su Luo couldn't be bothered to waste words with him and simply ignored him, only shaking her head at Liu Chengfeng with disdain, "Second Young Master Liu, such luck, tsk tsk tsk…"

"Shut up!" Liu Chengfeng was already in a bad mood, and encountering Su Luo's mockery and teasing made a ball of hot fire burn fiercely in his heart.

"This is the Chen Mansion, not your Liu Mansion; put away your Prime Minister's Young Master airs, aren't you ashamed?" Su Luo sat leisurely on a rattan chair under the wisteria trellis to the side, her gaze sweeping over Liu Chengfeng indifferently, the expression in her eyes so nonchalant.

Liu Mansion, Prime Minister's Young Master… So she actually knew he was the Second Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, yet she still dared to treat him like this?

What exactly was her background?

Where did she get the confidence to dare to ignore him like this?

Liu Chengfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of sharp light passing through the depths of his eyes.

At this moment, Su Luo was absentmindedly stroking the Little Divine Dragon, which was sleeping in her arms with a naive and cute appearance.

The Little Divine Dragon had no self-awareness of being a noble Golden Divine Dragon; it lay sprawled in Su Luo's arms, its little belly rising and falling, a thread of drool hanging from the corner of its mouth, clearly sleeping very deeply.