"Father, Brother Zhan is right,"
Su Qingluo played with the jade flute in one hand, "The jade flute seems valuable, but it's not very practical, it's just a nice collectible after all."
"Haha,"
Luo Zhan's eyebrows were raised, and he was very complimentary, "Little Qingluo is truly a rare and extraordinary young lady, with a broad knowledge and outstanding skills, leaving a deep impression every time we meet."
"Brother Zhan, you flatter me."
Su Qingluo put the jade flute into the brocade box and handed it to Su Hu, her eyes curved into a smile, "Qingluo is just a flute player, not worthy of the four words 'outstanding skills.'"
"Young Master, Su and my daughter just discussed it, within a month, we can only give out a hundred bamboo flutes."
Su Hu sensed Luo Zhan's strange mood, as if he was too enthusiastic, and hurriedly inserted a word.
"A hundred is our limit, we can't do any more, if the young master is satisfied, let's agree, and deliver the goods in a month."