Huo Shiqian examined the jade in his hand carefully again.
"Chuyi, your luck is very good," he said to his girl with a gentle curve of his lips. "You've really found a bargain with this piece of jade."
"Is that so?" Xia Chuyi exclaimed, instantly very happy, and hurriedly took the jade to examine it as if it were a treasure, her eyes turning into crescents.
"That's really great!" Xia Chuyi cried out in excitement.
Upon hearing this, Huo Shiqian couldn't help but let his smile widen. This girl's luck was indeed a little too good—the first piece of original stone she cut yielded a large chunk of green jade, and the trinket she casually bought on Antique Street turned out to be a piece of ancient jade of relatively good quality.
He wondered who the unlucky soul was to let go of such a clear and translucent piece of jade so carelessly.
Luck?
If Xia Chuyi could hear Huo Shiqian's thoughts, she would definitely tell him: it wasn't just luck!
