Gao Lingxue wasn't happy or excited for too long. Looking at the mere three strands of hair in her hand which cost 100,000 yuan each, a trace of regret flashed across her face. If she had known that Chi Shuyan's hair was so useful, she would have plucked a few more.
The more Gao Lingxue thought about it, the more regret she felt. She recalled how she failed to threaten Chi Shuyan yesterday and had been about to go back dejectedly; she hadn't expected that someone would ask her to get Chi Shuyan's hair at 100,000 a strand.
She had hesitated a little, afraid that it was a scam, but then quickly agreed. After all, her family was already so poor that they were about to go hungry. They had also fallen out with her Fourth Uncle's family, and couldn't demand any benefits from them.