Fortunately, Gong Jue's eyebrows relaxed very quickly. "No. Continue to pack it."
He had only inadvertently seen the material of that jade pen just now and found it familiar.
Wasn't this the jade that his wife had won from the auction used to fill the flower pots at home?
Why were they all used in Lan Ting?
Yes, that was good too. It was good to use trash.
Gong Jue didn't mind it.
At this moment, if those noblewomen knew the origins of these expensive jade stones, they would probably vomit more than three liters of blood…
If they knew that Gong Jue knew that these jade pieces were used to fill his home's flower pots, they would probably shed blood and tears after spending a lot of money to buy them willingly to increase the revenue of his wife's small shop that he invested in…
Gong Jue enthusiastically provided capital to support his wife.
Mu Liuchuan and his mother had long been squeezed to the edge.
