C211 Mice Is Short-sighted

Yuan Zhenhsing's words had shocked everyone.

"Grandpa Yuan, this is a fake tea leaf sent by a trash. How could it be a good tea?"

Wang Sumei quickly went forward and said.

Old Master Suen also came back to his senses. The ten million that Yuan Zhenhsing shouted was a sky-high price. He had never seen so much money in his life.

But the other party was Yuan Zhenhsing