"No, you're being too modest." Jiang Chunlan looked up at her, frowning, her face showing a hint of anger.
She had been deceived! If it weren't for Ming Jing's sharp eyes today, she would have spent her money in vain.
According to Ming Jing, there were many shady businesses in the auction industry, forming a specialized industry chain. Situations like these were common, and the counterfeiters' skills were superb. It was just a pity that they encountered Ming Jing.
However, she wouldn't remind Jiang Chunlan of this—Jiang Chunlan would be able to find this out herself.
"Who is this ancestor that Ms. Zhu mentioned? Why don't you tell us so we can all get acquainted and learn something new?" Madam Shen pressed.
She had heard that just three months ago, Ming Jing had been a young nun on Baitou Mountain. Where did her insights come from? There was something eerie about her—she was too odd.
