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!",As soon as Yang Bo touched the glass beads, he felt a cool sensation in his eyes. Then, every cell in his body felt as refreshing as if it were immersed in ice water.。