"Hmm, I believe you." Seemingly influenced by Wang Ye's confident tone, and considering that Wang Ye had always been reliable, Fang Feifei still nodded slightly and chose to trust him, even though the rough stone he held was only the size of a basketball.
"Tsk, tsk, Miss Fang really trusts her gemstone appraisal master," Shen Wanlong said mockingly, his gaze towards Wang Ye full of ridicule.
He just couldn't believe that such a young fellow like Wang Ye could have such a good eye in this field.
Huang Ming didn't speak, but his eyes were full of defiance; he obviously looked down on Wang Ye, the young upstart.
Among the onlookers, someone even chuckled.
Wang Ye's rough stone had not been opened yet, but the outcome seemed inevitable; everyone present felt quite bored.
Wang Ye began cutting the rough stone. Fang Feifei's beautiful eyes fixed on the stone, her hands tightly clasped together, her breathing even slowed, somewhat nervous.
