"Imperial Green and Golden Blood Jade?" Ming Zhiyuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows at the news.
Even he had only heard of the latter and had never seen it with his own eyes.
Ming Zhiyuan didn't expect his daughter to be so lucky, his recently somber mood swept away, he laughed heartily, and said with great satisfaction, "I've never even seen what Golden Blood Jade looks like. Xiaoge, your luck really is exceptional. In our business of Jadestones, luck is a form of strength. Your good fortune is truly like a gift from the heavens."
Ming Ge touched her nose, feeling somewhat guilty.
No one knew better than she where this good luck had come from.
Praised in such a way by her father, even she, with her traditionally thick skin, felt a rare touch of embarrassment.
"That's not true, Dad, you're exaggerating."