Tang Nian was taken to a stone factory. The floor was filled with stones and dust, and there were people classifying the stones from time to time. The whole factory was filled with floating dust and he couldn't help but frown.
"Qingqing, if you want jade, let's go to the store to buy it. Let's buy the one that has been processed. It's clean and beautiful which suits you. These rough stones are dirty and ugly, and they may not produce good stones, why buy them?" Tang Nian blabbered, "You don't have to save money for me, I can afford you!"
"Shut up!" Wen Qing glared at him, and Tang Nian immediately shut his mouth obediently. After a while, when Wen Qing's face softened, he leaned over again and said, "Qingqing, which piece do you like? I'll take it for you, don't hurt your hand."