Rong Anyao couldn't help but tremble, but she quickly recovered.
"Xiaomeng, we've got something good."
"Shall we look for more?" Rong Anyao blinked, the beautiful young woman extremely attractive, now with an added touch of enchantment and allure.
Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at the new exhibit on the stage, "No need."
"It's already great that we found a loophole once. Anything that can be brought out for auction must have been appraised by countless people already."
Rong Anyao nodded in agreement, clearly in concurrence.
In the parking lot, Rong Anyao joyfully examined the Tiger's Roar in the Mountains painting in her hands, looked at it again, and then stuffed the painting into the Diamond Sutra scroll tube, treasuring it dearly, afraid of causing any damage.
"Xiaomeng, I really don't know how to thank you this time," Rong Anyao said, her eyes brimming with affection as she looked at Zhang Xiaomeng.
