Anything can be Happens
"Eh, this thing, it's been a long time since I left the house never to see it again, this belongs to my father."
Luo Xiang looked at the old man for a moment.
"Then, do you think that this thing is just a coincidence? In the old Li family crest, there are few of them, am I right? As far as I know, because uncle often tells about it, one on uncle, one on each of your children, and this, from the engraving, is not the same as what Uncle and your children's, the shape seems to indicate the level of his generation, if I'm not mistaken, this thing, is belonging to your father right? Li Qe's?" Luo Xiang said.
Li Mo swallowed his saliva, he nodded,
"That's right." Li Mo looked at the jade engraved with wheat stalks on top of the Li family letters, and it did belong to the Li family, the previous generation, of a different form of grain from hers and those of her children.