"Whisper" purple clay teapot, how is it here?!
Bai Xiaosheng froze, staring at the Luo Family in disbelief.
Could it be them who threatened the seller into breaking the deal?
Impressive. So it was you who snatched the cooked duck right out of my hands!
Bai Xiaosheng's eyes narrowed.
"Why does that purple clay teapot look so familiar?" Lin Weiwei whispered to Lei Ying on the other side.
Lei Ying stared at it for a moment and, only after confirmation, murmured softly, "It's 'Whisper,' the masterpiece among purple clay teapots once owned by Ming Dynasty Grand Secretary Zhang Juzheng. The same one we previously bid on!"
Lin Weiwei's mouth instantly shaped into an "O."
Even if life is full of coincidences, this is just too uncanny.
"Sir Wei, what do you think?" Luo Yuefeng asked with deliberate humor. "The seller swears this is authentic. We're amateurs here, so we need you to confirm it."
