"Yes! We can teach you a lot!" exclaimed Xiu. "Uncle, you're still single at this age. You have to learn. I already have an eight-year-old son. And I'm a decade younger than you! You should learn before it's too late!"
"You really need to stop," said Xia Zhao. "Aren't you tired?"
Xiu waved her arms around and stuck her face against the glass wall as she looked at the auction stage. Her eyes narrowed at what was being auctioned and she said, "Oh, that's a beautiful cup. It'll be good for some coffee."
Both men looked at the stage and saw a white porcelain cup with a blue painting which was from Qing Dynasty. It certainly was something people would display in the glass but here she was wanting to have coffee in it. Only she could do it. Only she!
"Let's buy! Let's buy it! Buy, buy, buy!"
Even if she wanted it, to break it for fun, her father would buy it for her. Who cared why she wanted it?
