Jiang Chuan scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
After all, this Silver Medal wasn't valuable.
Though it was called a Silver Medal, it was actually plastic, just coated with a layer of silver color.
To Jiang Chuan, it was quite cherished, but to others, it was worthless.
However, Xiaoxue still expressed that she really liked it. She carefully examined the Silver Medal in her hand, and suddenly, Xiaoxue froze.
Jiang Chuan noticed Xiaoxue's expression and immediately asked in confusion, "Xiaoxue, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with this Silver Medal?"
Xiaoxue didn't answer, her eyes fixed stubbornly on the Silver Medal in her hand, looking, and looking.
Suddenly, Xiaoxue hurriedly placed the Silver Medal on the table, then reached out to find something on her body.
