Lan seemed to have suffered some great blow, stepped back two steps, and let his head hang down in dejection.
His graying hair highlighted his old age.
He reached out his hand, grabbed his own hair, and then buried his head between his knees.
From his appearance, it seemed he was saddened by the change in the sapphire.
Xu Qiaoqiao glanced at Ye Qijun, then sighed lightly and walked up to Lan, saying, "Mister Smith, what exactly is going on with this gem?"
Lan, hearing this, lifted his head, his eyes blurred with tears as he caught sight of Xu Qiaoqiao. For a moment, he suddenly gripped Xu Qiaoqiao's hand, "Ling, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Xu Qiaoqiao frowned.
She wanted to pull her hand back.
