Just as Old Jiang was about to leave, he seemed to have thought of something. Turning around, he took out a small box from his sleeve and handed it to me.
I took it and looked at it. It was a pear-flower wood box that was extremely exquisite. I raised my head to look at him and asked curiously," What is this?"
Old Jiang glanced at the box in my hand, a trace of reluctance in his eyes. He said," This is a thousand-year-old Blood Ganoderma, and it can be considered a rare and precious treasure. I heard that xiangye's birthday banquet is about to arrive, so you' re a fool. I don' t know what kind of gift you can give, so just give this to xiangye."
I nodded and then smiled. I pulled on old Jiang's sleeve and said," Hehe, old Jiang, xiangye treats me quite well. He is my foster father, and
