Mo Zhu lowered her head and played with her phone. She was originally not very interested in this incense burner, but after hearing Xu Huan's teasing, she was amused by the man's words. She looked up and said casually, "You're right. This thing is really not made by the divine doctor."
When Xu Huan heard this, he looked at Mo Zhu in surprise. He turned his head and asked with interest, "Why? How does Little Bamboo know the truth?"
Mo Zhu glanced at Xu Huan and glanced at the stage. She pointed at the emcee who was holding the incense burner and showing it to everyone in detail. She replied indifferently, "Look at the handles on the left and right of the incense burner. Are they asymmetric? Are they of different heights?"
The few people in the private room followed Mo Zhu's words and looked at the handle of the small incense burner carefully. Indeed, this incense burner was really crudely made. Its handle was not even made properly.
