yunjin capital
qiao zhichu had returned from the antique market by lunchtime. he was carrying a vase that was half the height of a man. the owner said that it was from the qianlong period, but he was experienced enough to think that it was fake and gave it to him for 500.
song fengwan looked at the pile of 'broken bowls and jars' in the corner of the living room and felt a headache.
"why didn't you give me a call before you came?" qiao zhichu turned to chen wang. " you're not busy with training? "
"same old."
"i rarely see you take leave? just to give auntie the tickets?" qiao zhichu knew his good friend well.
chen wang did not say anything.
qiao zhichu kept thinking about that precious rabbit in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not something a man should have. after thinking about it, there was an 80% chance that this kid was in love.
everyone was so familiar with each other, so he was more direct with his words.
