Su Ming looked Ye Chen up and down.
Wearing cheap clothes from the market, it was obvious he wasn't doing well, and the funniest part was that he was holding a big rock.
"Ye Chen, what are you doing with that big rock? You didn't just pick a random rock to sell, did you?" Su Ming teased.
Yuanyuan snorted, "Ye Chen, after all these years, you're still so naive. Do you think any random rock you pick from the street could be jadeite?"
Su Ming mocked from the side, "Yuanyuan, it's great that Ye Chen has dreams. As someone that poor, he can only dream of a windfall falling from the sky."
Ye Chen couldn't be bothered with the two and walked straight to the counter.
A salesgirl came over, "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
Su Ming chimed in sarcastically, "Miss, this guy picked a rock from the street and thinks it can make him rich."
As he spoke, Su Ming and Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
