The yellow-haired man snorted in disdain and walked straight to the counter, leaving them behind.
There was a young man in his thirties standing behind the counter. He was wearing a retro-style evergreen coat. It seemed that he had deliberately dressed more ancient in order to highlight the retro style of the antique shop.
The young man had red lips and white teeth. He looked handsome. He was waving a folding fan with a poem written on it. He leaned against the counter and closed his eyes to read the poem.
His entire person had the elegance of an ancient person, with a kind of suave and elegant air of an elegant young master.
The yellow-haired teenager walked up and greeted him with a cheeky smile."Master mo, how are you? why are you alone in the shop? The appraiser and a few other workers, have they all gone to eat?"
Mo Qing lazily lifted her eyelids and indifferently glanced at the yellow-haired man.
