At the entrance of the gallery, the atmosphere was frozen.
Wu Fansheng's kick directly shocked countless people who knew Yin Jun.
"Something, something big happened, that person dared to beat him?" The man who knew the porcelain craftsmanship reacted and his voice trembled.
The middle-aged woman standing by the side stared wide-eyed, "It was like this last time. Someone dirtied Yin Jun's body with a foot, and then I never saw that person again. This young man got into big trouble, no, all the people in the entire gallery are in trouble this time." Her voice was full of dread.
"It looks like something is really going to happen today, old man Wang, why are you so confused and silly. Why did you keep moving those bamboo slips, and not persuade that young man?" The old man in national costume shook his head slightly and muttered in his mouth. When he mumbled this, his eyes were a little sad.
In the antique shop.
