"Son, what are you looking for?" The old man became more puzzled.
"Is there a teardrop-shaped blue topaz in here?" The middle-aged man hurriedly searched as he asked anxiously.
"A teardrop-shaped blue topaz, yeah, it was just sold. Why, is there a problem?" The old man's heart skipped a beat, and his good mood instantly vanished.
"Sold!" The middle-aged man's body stiffened as he turned his head somewhat mechanically to look at the old man, his eyes bloodshot. He trembled as he asked, "When was it sold, and to whom?"
"Just a moment ago, sold to..." The old man turned his head to look at the table where Li Xiu and Chu Jun had been, but their shadows were nowhere to be seen; they had already settled the bill and left.
"Those two young people were just here, how did they leave so quickly, what's going on?" The old man muttered.
