Ouyang Changjing especially admired this jade carving master called the King of Carving, so he used more words to recommend the ornament in front of him.
If not for the little girl, Ouyang Changjing would never have been willing to hand this thing over.
Wang Chuangui suddenly said, "Wait, you said that the King of Carving has already passed away?"
He only felt that this name sounded very familiar, but when he tried to recall it carefully, he could not remember it.
Now that he heard that the other party had passed away, he inexplicably felt empty and depressed.
It was as if he had lost an especially important person.
He was not the only one who had such thoughts. Wang Chuanfu beside him was the same.
Only Wang Chuanyuan listened with relish and only treated this as a small story.
