C92 Someone Would Give Him a Pillow When He Was Sleepy!

The old man's face was a kaleidoscope of changing expressions, while beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his deeply lined face. Bu Wuchen, reclining silently in his chair, knew the time was ripe. He turned to Qian Baiwan and asked deliberately, "Is this the Treasure Appraiser you've brought to me?"

"Heh, excellent. I'll remember him