The festival atmosphere permeates everyone's heart, but it seems that Xiao Ling has nothing to do with it. Xiao Ling doesn't go out, just practices in the house, which is his habit. Time passes, very quickly, in an instant, the holiday breath begins to dissipate slowly.

Xiao Ling is holding the strange jade. I don't know why. What else seems to be hidden in it? It's a very obvious feeling every time you put energy into it. But I can't understand its secret.

the mobile phone rings without warning. Xiao Ling picks up the phone. It's fatty's, "fatty, what's the matter?"

"boss, didn't you say you wanted to call me...