C769 Good Stuff

Manager Ding's face changed: "Young Master..."

"Don't talk." Zhuo Ruichen shouted.

Manager Ding's back was covered in cold sweat. My god! Every antique here costs at least a million! There were even some that were worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions!

If this kid had his eyes on it, then wouldn't their company suffer a lot!?

To be so easily given away