When Tang Luo heard the words "national treasure-level existence", he lit up. There should be something good, right?

Just as he was thinking about how to get up, his cell phone rang.

When he saw the name on the screen, his eyes were brighter and he was about to go to bed when someone sent a pillow.

Although he is not a super member, Lao Lin...even if he is not, he can still go up with his face as Young Master Lin!

"Hey, Lao Lin."

"Old Tang, what are you doing?"

"I'm in the antique market, what's wrong?"

Tang Luo asked.

"Antique Market? Why did you go there again?"

Lin Yiming complained a little.
Chapter completed!