Treasure Eye

The shop had a good selection of Shangmingqian Longjing tea, so Yang Bo, after the tea was served, gave it a once-over. The customer appeared to be in his fifties and was deep in conversation with the shopkeeper. On the table lay a blue and white mallet-shaped vase.,Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin frame, Yang Bo felt a wave of hesitation wash over him.,Yang Bo remained silent. He had indeed helped out there before, but only to save a meal's worth of money. He had no other ulterior motives, but Guo Pi had always misunderstood him, and he chose not to explain.。