Fu Yuxiu had seen him before. He was Song Fengwan's cousin, the young master of the Qiao family, Qiao Xiyan.
He had seen him once before.
Fu Yuxiu wasn't familiar with the Qiao family. He only knew that the Qiao family ran a few ancestral jade shops.
The Qiao family's ancestral home was Wusu. They had been craftsmen for generations and were good at jade carving.
Nowadays, technology was so advanced that it was not rare to carve dragons and phoenixes on rocks.
In the eyes of others, the Qiao family was like the setting sun that had sunk into the West Mountain. They had no future.
Moreover, only Song Fengwan's uncle and Qiao Xiyan were left at their house. They were both focused on researching this industry.
People who specialized in certain things were usually a little crazy. The Qiao family was like that. Their personalities were a little stubborn and strange.
