The Divine Heir

It Was Expensive, But Not An Antique

"Good morning, Mr. Quentin." Irving greeted Old man Quentin respectfully.

Quentin always had a smile on his face, "What are you busy with recently? Don't you have time to visit my place more often?"

After hearing what he said, Fletcher immediately looked at Irving.

In his eyes, Irving was also in the Jewelry circle after all, and he had known Old man Quentin for a long time. But now listening to Quentin, it seemed he was very familiar with and even close to this young man. So this young man must have some abilities. For his ability to impress Quentin must have been something unique.

Then the pigeon blood stone issue he mentioned just now should not be fabricated out of thin air.

When Irving heard Quentin ask this, he was a little nervous. He didn't know whether he should have gone to his hometown or not. First, he had gone with others before and had never been to Quentin's hometown alone. Second, he was not sure about Quentin's hometown. Did he just call it that casually?

He scratched