She looked as if she had been harboring grudges for a long time.
"If you're willing to believe in those feudal superstitions, could you please not buy antiques? After buying them and then running into bad luck or mishaps, you blame it all on the antiques. We are just a small business."
"Yanyan."
Sister Chi Nuan spoke up, stopping the girl from continuing.
Her gaze carefully sized up Tang Wenhuo.
Watching Little Bun blinking and tilting his head while staring intently at a small porcelain cup.
Her crimson lips curved up, carrying a hint of a merchant's sly smile.
"Little friend, if you accidentally break something, you will have to pay auntie a lot of money, you know!"
Her tone was somewhat deliberately frightening, but her eyes were smiling.
She asked the girl to serve some snacks.
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The rhythm of the antique store was generally very slow.
Near the glass showcase, there was a special tea table.
