Treasure Eye

A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts, and he hurriedly replied, "Good, I'm coming!",The guest and the boss chatted for a few words, and soon sold the bottle of mallet under the boss's three-inch tongue. The two parties paid and signed the contract.,When he came back, Yang Bo's hands were carrying a lunchbox. He gently placed a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar and didn't speak.。