The ring in the photo was unmistakably the same ring that the old man Lu had given to Lu Fengxuan just before he died.
The ancient and intricate dragon pattern was crafted so vividly one could tell at a glance that it was no ordinary item.
And the ice-type jade inlaid at the top was incredibly valuable.
From a professional perspective, Lu Xingye seriously estimated that the ring would fetch at least three to five hundred million at auction.
It was a men's ring, and there was another ring for women...
The most important thing was, it was priceless.
"You're practically glued to it, I have to see what ring has got you so worked up."
Yan Qi, rarely seeing Lu Xingye in such a flustered condition, had his curiosity aroused to a great extent.
The photo was on the table, facing away from him, and he reached out to pick it up and look down at it.
With just one glance, Yan Qi suddenly straightened up, his expression visibly becoming tense and cautious,
