Li Qiao took out the Jade Pendant from the brocade box, a top-quality mutton-fat jade, delicate and warm to the touch, with excellent luster.
In the middle of the Jade Pendant was a carving of openwork patterns, unidentifiable yet intricately crafted.
At that moment, Shang Yu bent his head to light a cigarette, a thin mist spilling from his lips, his voice, mixed with the smoke, slightly blurred and hazy, "Matriarch of Shang Family's token."
The Matriarch's token!
Li Qiao suddenly felt it somewhat burning in her hand.
The man glanced at her with an inscrutable expression, stretched out his legs, took the Jade Pendant, and tossed it onto the table, "Didn't you want to see the documents?"
Li Qiao watched his action, opened her mouth, then hesitated to speak.
After all, it was a piece of fine ancient jade, just tossed onto the table with no concern for it being damaged.
Li Qiao twitched the corner of her mouth and turned her attention back to the Xuan paper in the brocade box.
