Luo Danlun felt deeply unsettled, his eyes filled with confusion and disbelief. He couldn't resist glancing at Bai Xiaosheng, who stood right beside him.
Bai Xiaosheng wasn't looking at him but instead at the elders seated around the room.
At this moment, Bai Xiaosheng's face carried a calm smile, devoid of any hint of arrogance, his demeanor utterly respectful and composed.
"What on earth did this guy bring as a gift? Is this truly handmade?!" Luo Danlun couldn't believe it. "How is this possible? Something he made with his own hands could astonish these family elders, even Sir Wei, to such an extent!"
He couldn't fathom it and couldn't help but swallow hard.
The elders before him—none of them lacked wealth, possessing riches like mountains of gold and silver.
Their level of discernment was unimaginable to ordinary folk.
Even an ancient artifact like the $20 million purple clay teapot "Whisper" would merely pique their interest; it would never trigger such a reaction!
