Everyone followed the direction Yin Tian was pointing.
The mahogany dressing table rested there quietly.
The dressing table had an antique charm, giving off a sense of history, and the copper mirror on it seemed inherently eerie.
Through the mirror, every reflected shadow appeared slightly distorted.
After hearing Yin Tian's words, the Su Family just glanced at the dressing table but didn't engage with Yin Tian. Even Su Changhe rolled his eyes at him.
Su Qinwei blinked and, seeing that no one responded to Yin Tian, moved closer with a sympathetic heart, tilting her head as she spoke,
"Are you talking about that dressing table? Dad bought it today while out shopping on Antique Street."
"This item… it's ominous…"
Yin Tian spoke softly, frowning deeply.
At these words, Su Changhe's expression immediately darkened.
"Yin Tian! What do you mean by that?"
