But in Luo Bojian's heart, it was different.
He was well aware that the things in his hand were now just a pile of scrap, and if it weren't for his stepfather's remorse and understanding, giving him protection, it was a matter of a word for some people, allowing others to live in peace.
And if it weren't for his grandfather's illness and having nowhere to borrow money, he wouldn't have thought about selling the items left by the old man. Of course, only the gold bracelet was worth some money, the rest in this era were just waste. Before meeting that girl, he had taken several pieces of Song Porcelain to his grandfather's old friends several times, hoping to get some money, but not only were the items confiscated, he also got a lesson. Helpless, he had even gone to the black market several times, but altogether, although he'd sold a lot, the money he got wasn't even worth ten bucks, really just giving them away and people despised them.
Someone like Mr. Jiang, truly doesn't exist.
