"Can I exchange it for money" Fang Xing sat in the cramped rental house, eagerly awaiting a response from the other end of the phone.,Following the guide, Fang Xing walked lazily behind. On his left was New York Harbor, a major port with an annual throughput of hundreds of millions of tons.,Fang Jue's body trembled, he clutched his heart and hurriedly ran towards the back with the maid.。