Huo Sining was overjoyed internally, but she couldn't show it on her face.
She put on a skeptical look, her doubtful eyes fixated on the old man. After a few seconds of silence, just when the old man's heart was almost changing his mind, she suddenly said,
"Is it real or fake? If this really is an antique, could you carelessly throw it around everywhere and even use it as a stool to sit on? Don't fool me, or else I won't buy this set of porcelain bowls, and you'll have to refund me!"
Upon hearing Huo Sining's words, the old man immediately became anxious. This young lady didn't understand the rules of Antique Street. If she made a fuss, it would be troublesome. He quickly said,
