Glass Type

After all, the stone was at the corner. Ordinary people would not notice it easily, let alone someone like Gu Man who did not know anything.

Therefore, Huang Yue spoke generously to gain a good impression of Old Master Cui. "Sister, you can go first."

Gu Man did not stand on ceremony with Huang Yue. She stood in front of the table and kept sizing up the stall.

Several times, her gaze landed on the stone that Huang Yue had taken a fancy to. She looked at Huang Yue, who was scared that she would pick the stone she liked, with a disdainful smile on her face.

Her gaze roughly swept across the entire stall. Then, she slowly reached out to the stone that Huang Yue had looked at first. Under Huang Yue's anxious gaze, she reached out to the stone on the other side.

When Huang Yue saw this, she heaved a sigh of relief. A sincere smile appeared on her face, and she looked down on her.