A mere piece of charcoal, Luo Yang didn't care.
Luo Yang glanced at The Tenth Mu Tan and saw it seemed a bit impatient.
If The Tenth Mu Tan took action, it might spoil things.
After all, it was still uncertain whether the woman in front of him was the mysterious Japan Collector.
From intuition, Luo Yang felt this Jing Tian Wuhou was still a counterfeit.
That mysterious Japan Collector was very cautious, reluctant to show up easily.
Signaling to The Tenth Mu Tan, Luo Yang said, "Miss Jing Tian Wuhou, it's possible, but what if you switch my charcoal?"
Jing Tian Wuhou slightly smiled, took out a check from a caramel-colored LV shoulder bag, and gently pushed it in front of Luo Yang. There was a 1 on it, followed by many zeros, roughly judged to be a million.
Looking at the check, Luo Yang smiled and said, "Miss Jing Tian Wuhou, you give me a million, but if you take the charcoal away, I still lose."
Jing Tian Wuhou's expression dimmed slightly, and she pondered.
