Yang Yunhai seemed to have anticipated Old Liu's refusal long ago and wasn't surprised at all.
"I wonder if this would interest you?" After speaking, something appeared in Yang Yunhai's hand—a Copper Coin.
The more Old Liu looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.
"How... how did this end up in your hands?" Old Liu suddenly stood up from his chair, "Young Master Yang, what do you mean by this?"
"Take a good look; this is not yours." Yang Yunhai toyed with the Copper Coin in his hand, speaking lazily.
"Could you let me have a closer look?" Old Liu's voice trembled somewhat, yet was eager as he spoke.
If this thing isn't his, then why does it look so similar to the Copper Coin hanging in his Treasure House?
Could it be?
Could Yang Yunhai know his benefactor who saved his life?
Yang Yunhai tossed the Copper Coin lightly, and Old Liu's heart skipped a beat. Hastily, he caught it and placed it carefully in his hand, afraid of breaking it if he missed it.
