"Who are you going to see?"
Guo Xiaoyan had no desire to go out at this moment; all she could think about was how to kill Ye Xiaofei, but she didn't have a suitable reason or opportunity, so she could only wait.
"You'll know when we get there."
Previously, in a chat with Xie Ding, he had asked where to buy jade, and the latter did mention someone. Indeed, there was an old man in Zhaoyang City who liked to collect jade stones, and he also knew people in the south, where mohair jade was produced.
His name was Yu Dong, and the name he had chosen was quite retro. Ye Xiaofei wanted to go and inquire for himself.
"Oh."
Guo Xiaoyan did not ask any further questions and followed Ye Xiaofei to a street selling antiques, where most of the antiques were fakes, not a single genuine item—stuff to fool three-year-olds with.
However, there were still many novice three-year-olds wandering around the antique market.
