Treasure Eye

"Xiao Bo, don't worry about home. If you send some money, don't send it all back. Take care of yourself, and I will take care of your dad!",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.,Yang Bo glanced at it. The beads were irregularly shaped, but they did have a somewhat round and smooth quality to them at the bottom. However, he knew very well that such glass beads were not valuable. They were more expensive than fried rice though, so he shook his head hastily, "I can't take them!"。