"Hey, hey, take it easy..." South Grant reached out to pull apart the hand gripping his shoulder, but his hand lacked the strength, and he was dragged by Nathan Foster to another counter.
He looked at a series of jade carvings, wood carvings, and various sculptures on the counter.
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant with a cold expression and said:
"Take your time picking, today you're allowed to choose as much as you want."
South Grant suddenly felt a bad premonition, looked up at Nathan Foster, whose eyes seemed capable of freezing someone.
South Grant pouted inwardly, thinking, deliberately teasing me and not allowing me to retaliate, that's simply unreasonable.
South Grant casually pointed to a jade Buddha statue.
"This one."
"Old Master Sutton doesn't believe in Buddhism."
"This one."
"This one is too casual."
"That one."
"That one lacks originality."
"And that one."
"That one's craftsmanship isn't exquisite."
"..."
