In Tang Luo's eyes, Han Ruobing's attire had changed.
"Tang Luo, what are you doing?!"
Seeing Tang Luo staring intently at her, Han Ruobing couldn't help but take a step back. His gaze was a bit frightening, giving her a strange feeling!
The young man beside her, as if finding an opportunity to show off, stepped in front of Han Ruobing: "Kid, what are you looking at!"
Hearing their voices, Tang Luo came back to his senses, suppressing the shock and ecstasy in his heart as his gaze swept over the young man.
Then, he curled his lips dismissively, a mere small fry, making a fuss for what!
Besides, what I'm looking at, can I even tell you?
"That... Young Master Wang, was it? You just said that this rough stone could yield red jadeite, right?"
Tang Luo lowered his head, gazing at the rough stone in his hand with a smirk.
The young man was taken aback for a moment, then scoffed: "Yeah, it's about the size of a basketball, maybe it can yield some!"
