The antique shop owner had a peculiar expression on his face, then forcibly squeezed out a slight smile, pretending to be oblivious:
"Sir, Black Wood Lotus? I don't understand what you're talking about!"
Fang Yu smiled, sat down on a chair directly, and said: "Do you call the shots in this antique shop?"
"Of course, I do."
"That's good, I haven't found the wrong person! I don't want anything else, just the Black Wood Lotus." Fang Yu said somewhat roguishly.
"Sir, I really don't know what this Black Wood Lotus you are speaking of is..."
The antique shop owner said earnestly and seriously.
Fang Yu placed his hand on his chest, lightly clasping his personal weapon—Mandala petals.
However, he did not emit any murderous aura.
With a casual pull.
He placed the Mandala petals on the table, and said lightly: "Boss, what's your honorable surname?"
"No need for 'honorable,' surname Wu."
