"It doesn't matter. Besides, how can those resources be as important as our daughter?" Zhang Han said with a smile.

"That resource?" Zi Yan pursed her lips: "Uncle Dong will feel distressed again when he hears it."

Zi Yan watched Zhang Han refining things, all kinds of six-level treasures and various gemstones, the quantity was huge, and the refined things seemed to be cotton candy, as big as a palm. When Zi Yan watched, she didn't know if she was successful or not.