"Ah, Zhi Ning Yuan Bao," Yang Yuxin listened, her mind wandering again.
Actually, she did not have any particular fondness for ancient coins; it was her deceased husband, Gu Laosan, who loved them.
Later, she helped her late husband fulfill his wishes, and while collecting ancient coins, she gradually developed some interest in them.
But in recent times, she had begun to forget about this hobby, and her late husband was also becoming a more distant memory in her heart...
Hearing Smith's words, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt—Am I being fickle?
Feng Jun didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing her distracted, he spoke up, "Zhi Ning Yuan Bao? Alright, name your price, and I will spare you this time... I'm not one to harshly punish without teaching."