Parma Shopping Plaza.
After wandering for a few minutes, Li Qiao happened upon an antique shop and swiveled into it on a whim.
The shop's décor was quaint and old-fashioned, offering a unique charm amidst the modernity of the mall.
Li Qiao glanced around nonchalantly and pointed at a pair of paperweights for the clerk to bring to her.
Shang Zonghai had always liked using a brush to write, and these traditional paperweights seemed like a suitable choice for his taste.
At that moment, the clerk, wearing white gloves, placed the paperweights on an exhibition tray. Li Qiao's gaze swept over them, and she unexpectedly noticed the logo printed on the tray's cloth.
From a distance, it looked like a vase, but up close, it resembled gibberish characters.
Oh, one of Jin Rong's businesses.
Li Qiao fiddled with the light aqua paperweight and said indifferently, "Wrap it up."
The clerk had never seen a customer so casual about selecting antiques.
