Yet the shop owner was loathe to lose these two big customers, so he quickly had one of his shop assistants bring out a lacquered mahogany box. Once opened, it revealed a blue and white ink slab.
"Mr. Xiao, this is an antique porcelain ink slab passed down from the Late Qing Dynasty, beautifully designed and not a scratch on it...."
Mo Weiyi was not interested. He heard the shopkeeper's words, but his gaze was directed outside.
The old culture street was actually a winding asphalt road, lined with a variety of antique shops on both sides, also considered a tourist attraction in Nancheng.
Being the weekend, there weren't many tourists, so she clearly saw a familiar woman standing at the entrance of a shop across the street.
She was wearing a loose white dress, talking with the shopkeeper, and seemed to be accompanied by several people who looked like servants. The scene was awfully reminiscent of a wealthy lady's entourage.
